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.

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.

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.

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For read more

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For jealous people, like dope-fiends, stoop to the lowest level and in the end inspire only disgust and loathing.

Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the read more

Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life read more

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long read more

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that
supplants us all in the long run.

Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.

Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.