“Why, why is this? Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they’re jealous. It… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands, But more when envy breeds unkind division: There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap’d into my seat: the thought… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image