Jealousy and Envy

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Then back to the party! and femaled you jealously as if to discover whence and there should escape, what?

But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous; ’tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.

O curse of marriage! That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites. I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapor of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others’ uses.

If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I’d whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.

Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d 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 soundly loves!

How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac’d despair, And shuddering fear, and green-ey’d jealousy.

And yet no further than a wanton’s bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

These are the forgeries of jealousy.

The venom clamors of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth.

My mother was accursed the night she bore me, and I am faint with envy of all the dead.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Man will do many things to get himself loved, he will do all things to get himself envied.

Wherever good fortune enters, envy lays siege to the place and attacks it; and when it departs, sorrow and repentance remain behind.

Envy wounds with false accusations, that is with detraction, a thing which scares virtue.