Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person read more

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.

But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
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But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise.

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.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

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?

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.

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.