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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.

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.

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, the child will not rest till it has poisoned the parent.

Men are the cause of women not loving one another.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

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

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, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

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!

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

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

I do beseech you-- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , 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.

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!

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

But jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.