But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more

I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
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Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't read more

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any read more

What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy.

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it read more

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!