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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. 
Bhakspeare. 
Thou wondrous yellow fiend! 
Temper an antidote with antimony, 
And ’tis infectious: Mix jealousy with marriage, 
It poisons virtue. 
Davenport. 
0 jealousy! thou bane of pleasing friendship, 
Thou worst invader of our tender bosoms ; 
How does thy rancour poison all our softness, 
An d turn our gentle natures into bitterness! 
Rowe. 
Ah! poor unconscious rival maid, 
How drearily must thou sicken and fade, 
’Neath jealousy’s dark Upas shade I 
Tupper. 
