My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May read more

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

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.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

He that is jealous is not in love.

He that is jealous is not in love.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life read more

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

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

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.

The ear of jealousy heareth all things.

The ear of jealousy heareth all things.

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

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