Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; read more

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

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.

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...

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at read more

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

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.

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.