Jealousy

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

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?

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!

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.

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.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

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.

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.

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 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.