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.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
[Ger., O der alles vergrossernden Eifersucht.]

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
[Ger., O der alles vergrossernden Eifersucht.]

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For read more

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For jealous people, like dope-fiends, stoop to the lowest level and in the end inspire only disgust and loathing.

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous read more

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

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.

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

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

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.

I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade a year before I did.

I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade a year before I did.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.