I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more

I do beseech you--
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), 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.

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.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

In jealousy there is more self-love than love.

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.

Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the
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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.

But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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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.

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

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