1. Oh, ay, as summer-flies are in the shambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing. Oh thou weed ! Who art so lovely fair, and smell'it so sweet, That the sense akes at thee.Would thou had'It ne'er been born! 2. Alas ! what ignorant sin have I committed ? 1. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon ? What, what committed? Committed ? Oh, thou publick commoner ! 1 should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what committed ? Heav'n stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ; 'The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear it. What committed ? Impudent strumpet!

Shakespear's Othello. 1. Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is a 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, Oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves ! 2. Oh misery! 1. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches endless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good heav'n! the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! 2. Why? Why is this ? 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 resolv'd : exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the bus'ness of my foul To such exufficate and blown surmises, Matching thy inf'rence. 'Tis not to make me jealous

To say, my wife is fair ; feeds-well; loves company;
Is free of speech ; fings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are moft virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
I'll fee before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove :
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love, or jealousy:
1. I am glad of this ; for now I shall have reafon
To Thew the love and duty that I bear you
With franker fpirit. Therefore, as I'm bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife, observe her well with Caffio;
Wear your eye, thus ; not jealous, nor secure :
I would not have your free and noble nature
Out of self-bounty be abus'd ; look to't.
I know our country's disposition well ;
In Venice, they do let heav'n see those pranks,
They dare not thew their husbands; their best con-

science
Is not to leave't undone ; but keep't unknown,

Shakespear's Othello. I. Avaunt ! be gone! Thou'st set me on the rack : I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know a little. 2. How, my lord ? 1. What sense had I of her ftol'n hours of luft? I saw't not ; thought it not, it harm'd not me ; I slept the next night well; was free, and merry ; I found not Caffio's kisses on her lips : He, that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftoľn ; Let him nct know't, and he's not robb'd at all. 2. I'm sorry to hear this. 1. I had been happy, if the gen’ral camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever Farewel the tranquil mind ! farewel content !

Farewel

Farewel the plumed troops, and the big war,
That make ambition virtue ! Oh, farewel!
Farewel the neighing iteed, and the fhrill trump ;
The spirit-ftirring drum ; th' ear-piercing fise ;
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war !
And, Oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
Th’immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone !
2. Is’t possible, my lord ?
1. Villain, be sure, thou prove my love a whore;
Be sure of it : Give me the ocular proof ;
Or by the worth of mine eternal foul,
Thou had'It better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.
2. Is't come to this?
1. Make me to fee't ; or, at the least, fo prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on : Or, wo, upon thy life !
2. My noble lord
1. If thou doft flander her, and torture me,
Never pray more ; abandon all remorfe ;
On horrors head, horrors accumulate ;
Do deeds to make heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd ;
For nothing can't thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

Shake/pear's Othello:
Wretched and foolish jealousy ;
How cam'st thou thas to enter me ?
I ne'er was of thy kind,
Nor have 1 yet the narrow mind
To vent that poor desire,
That others should not warm them at my fire :
I wish the fun should shine
On all mens fruits and Aow'rs, as well as mine,
But under the disguise of love,
Thou say'it, thou only cam'st to prove

What my affections were :
Think’t thou that love is help'd by fear?
Go, get thee quickly forth
Love's sickness, and his noted want of worth ;
Seek doubting men to please :
I ne'er will owe my health-to a disease.

Johnson's Underu'oods. O jealousy ! Daughter of envy and of love,

Most wayward issue of a gentle fire ; Foster'd with fears, thy father's joys t'improve:

Mirth-marring monster, born a subtle liar;

Hateful unto thyself, flying thine own desire ; Feeding upon suspect, that doth renew thee ; Happy were lovers, if they never knew thee. Thou hast a thousand gates thou enter'st by,

Condemning trembling passions to our heart : Hundred-ey'd Argus, ever waking spy,

Pale hagg, infernal fury, pleasure's smart ;

Envious observer, prying in ev'ry part :
Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee ;
O would to God that love could be without thee.

Daniel's Rosamond.
Unnecessary jealousies, make more whores,
Than all baits else laid to entrap our frailties.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Little French. Laryer. The devil gives this jealousy to man, As nature doth a tail unto a lion ; Which thinks in heat to beat away the fies,. When he doth most enrage himself with it.

Cupid's Whirligig. I would not wrong him for all the sea's drown'd Riches : For, if my heat of blood should do it, As he supposeth it doth, ev'n that blocd Would like a traitor write my faults with blushing Red upon my cheeks: But because I, as All women and courtiers do, love good cloaths, Which his eyes wear ; yet he upbraids me, swearing

women

'T'is to please the multitude ; and that I
Spread gay rags about me, like a net, to
Catch the hearts of strangers : If I go poor,
Then he swears I am beastly, with a loath'd
Sluttishness: If I be sad, then I grieve
He is so near : If merry, and with a
Modest wantonising kiss, embrace his
Love, then are my twistings more dang’rous than
A snake's ; my luft more insatiate than was
Mesalina's.
Yet this from jealousy doth always grow,
What most they seek, they loath'it of all would know.

Cupid's Whirligig. I pity all the fortunes of

poor In my own unhappiness; when we've giv'n All that we have to men, what's our requital ? An ill-fac'd jealousy, that resembles much The miftruftfulness of an insatiate thief; That scarce believes he has all, though he has stripp'd The true. man naked, and left nothing on him But the hard cord that binds him : So are we First robb'd, and then left bound by jealousy.

Middleton's Mayor of Quinborough. It seems you are jealous ; I'll shew you

the
Error of it, by a familiar example :
I've seen a pair of spectacles fashion'd
With such perspective art, that lay down but
One twelve-pence at th' board, 'twill appear as
If there were twenty ; now should you wear a
Pair of these spectacles, and see your wife
Tying her shoe, you'd imagine twenty
Hands were taking up of your wive's cloaths ; and
This would put you into a horrible
Canseless fury.

Webster's White Devil.
They that have the yellow jaundice, think
All objects they look on to be yellow :
Jealousy is worse, her fits present a man,

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