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.
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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!
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade a year before I did.
I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade a year before I did.
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes read more
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy -- in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil...
He that is jealous is not in love.
He that is jealous is not in love.
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.
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
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Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phoebus did avow
He would be coy, and would not love at all;
Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought,
Than love united to a jealous thought.
Men are the cause of women not loving one another.
[Fr., Les hommes sont la cause que les femmes read more
Men are the cause of women not loving one another.
[Fr., Les hommes sont la cause que les femmes ne s'aiment point.]
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I read more
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigor and not law.
