JEALOUSY.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on….
But, O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Trifle, light as air,
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives:
What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes.
Diome. J. GAY.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injured lover's hell.
Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
Of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness,
And drinks my spirit up!
David and Goliath. H. MORE.
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you,
'Tis rigor, and not law.
Winter's Tale, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
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.
Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
But through the heart
Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmixed, incessant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise.
The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.