O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful read more

O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness,
And drinks my spirit up!

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

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.

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.

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!

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their
objects than love.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their
objects than love.

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.

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.

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.