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Is whispering nothing ? 
Is leaning cheek to cheek ? — is meeting noses ? 
Kissing with inside lip? — stopping the career 
Of laughter with a sigh ? — (a note infallible 
Of breaking honesty.) — horsing foot to foot? — 
Skulking in corners ? — wishing clocks more swift ? — 
Hours, minutes ? — noon, midnight ? and all eyes 
Blind with the pin and web, but theirs, — theirs only, 
That would unseen be wicked ? — is this nothing ? 
Why, then the world, and all that's in it, is nothing. 
Shakspeare. 
Thou wondrous yellow fiend ! 
Temper an antidote with antimony. 
And 'tis infectious: Mix jealousy with marriage, 
It poisons virtue. 
Davenport. 
jealousy ! thou bane of pleasing friendship. 
Thou worst invader of our tender bosoms ; 
How does thy rancour poison all our softness, 
And turn our gentle natures into bitterness ! 
Bowe. 
Ah ! poor unconscious rival maid, 
How drearily must thou sicken and fade, 
'Neath jealousy's dark Upas shade ! 
Tupper. 
