|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The damning thot stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,|
That she, whom all my life Id loved, should be anothers wife.
H. G. BellThe Uncle. Written for and recited by Henry Irving.
|Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,|
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
ByronDon Juan. Canto I. St. 65.
| Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.|
George EliotThe Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. X.
| Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.|
George EliotThe Mill on the Floss. Bk. VI. Ch. X.
|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.
| 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. HareGuesses at Truth.
| Les hommes sont la cause que les femmes ne saiment point.|
Men are the cause of women not loving one another.
|In jealousy there is more self-love than love.|
La RochefoucauldMaxims. No. 334.
| No true love there can be without|
Its dread penaltyjealousy.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)Lucile. Pt. II. Canto I. St. 24. L. 8.
| Nor jealousy|
Was understood, the injurd lovers hell.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. V. L. 449.
|Cant I anothers face commend,|
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
As if her merit lessend yours?
Edward MooreThe Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable 9. L. 5.
| 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.
|Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.|
PopePrologue to the Satires. L. 197.
|O, der alles vergrössernden Eifersucht.|
O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
SchillerFiesco. I. 1.
|So full of artless jealousy is guilt,|
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt!
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 19.
|Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,|
As, I confess, it is my natures plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 146.
|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.)
| Trifles light as air|
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 322.
|But jealous souls will not be answerd so;|
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 158.
| If I shall be condemnd|
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you,
Tis rigour, and not law.
Winters Tale. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 112.
|Entire affection hateth nicer hands.|
SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto VIII. St. 40.
| 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
ThomsonThe Seasons. Spring. L. 1,073.