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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;
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 the plumed troops, and the big war,
What my affections were :
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 :
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
'T'is to please the multitude ; and that I
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
Webster's White Devil.