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O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the
parent makes haste to strangle the child, read more
Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the
parent makes haste to strangle the child, the child will not rest
till it has poisoned the parent.
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous read more
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.
Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment
Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
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.
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.
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.