So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

But jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

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!