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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, 
And 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 ! 
Tapper. 
