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.

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.

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 never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

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.

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.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

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

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

Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.