Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus brow, The amber sweet of love is turnd to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phbus 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. Robert GreeneJealousy.
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! Hannah MoreDavid and Goliath. Pt. V.
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 oer, Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 166. (Fondly loves in some editions.)
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmixd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Loves paradise. ThomsonThe Seasons. Spring. L. 1,073.