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?

I said I was impressed, Martha. I'm beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

Jealousy is being called up to what you can have, instead of called out for what you don't have.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.