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

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.

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.