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| Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922. |
| Jealousy |
| 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. H. G. Bell—The Uncle. Written for and recited by Henry Irving. | 1 |
| Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. Byron—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 65. | 2 |
| Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. George Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. X. | 3 |
| Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. George Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. VI. Ch. X. | 4 |
| Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus’ brow, The amber sweet of love is turn’d to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phœbus 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 Greene—Jealousy. | 5 |
| 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. J. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at Truth. | 6 |
| Les hommes sont la cause que les femmes ne s’aiment point. Men are the cause of women not loving one another. La Bruyère. | 7 |
| In jealousy there is more self-love than love. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims. No. 334. | 8 |
| No true love there can be without Its dread penalty—jealousy. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—Lucile. Pt. II. Canto I. St. 24. L. 8. | 9 |
| Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur’d lover’s hell. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 449. | 10 |
| 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? Edward Moore—The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable 9. L. 5. | 11 |
| 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 More—David and Goliath. Pt. V. | 12 |
| Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. Pope—Prologue to the Satires. L. 197. | 13 |
| O, der alles vergrössernden Eifersucht. O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles. Schiller—Fiesco. I. 1. | 14 |
| So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt! Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 19. | 15 |
| 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. L. 146. | 16 |
| 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! Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 166. (“Fondly loves” in some editions.) | 17 |
| Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 322. | 18 |
| But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous. Othello. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 158. | 19 |
| If I shall be condemn’d Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, ’Tis rigour, and not law. Winter’s Tale. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 112. | 20 |
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| Entire affection hateth nicer hands. Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto VIII. St. 40. | 21 |
| But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, ’Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix’d, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love’s paradise. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 1,073. | 22 |
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