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Shee seem'd of womans shape, but in her head A thousand eyes she had that watch did keepe: As many eares with which she harkened, Her eyes want lids, and therefore neuer sleepe. In stead of haire, her crowne snakes ouerspred. Thus marched she forth of the darknes deepe, Her tayle one serpent bigger then the rest, Which she with knots fastened about her brest. S. I. Harrington. Transl.
A monster, others harme, selfe miserie Bewties plague, vertues scourge, succour of lies.
Who since he hath by natures speciall grace, So piercing pawes as spoile, when they embrace, So nimble feete, as stirre though still on thornes. So many men seeking their owne woe. So ample eares that neuer good newes kowes Is it not ill that such a beast want hotnes? S. Ph. Sydney.
O hatefull hellish snake what furie first Broughr thee from balefull house of Proserpine? Where in her bosome she the long had nurst, And fostered vp with bitter milke of time, Foule iealousie that turnest loue diuine. To day lesse dread, and mak'st the liuing hart With hatefull thoughts to languish and to pine, And feed it selfe with selfe consuming smart, Of all the passions in the minde, thou viler art. Ed. Spencer.
O Iealousie, daughter of Enuie and loue, Most wayward issue of a gentle sire Fostred with feares thy fathers ioies to proue, Mirth marring monster, borne in subtiltie, Hatefull vnto thy selfe, flying thy owne desire, Feeding vpon suspect that doth renew thee, Happie were Louers, if they neuer knew thee. Thou hast a thousand gates thou entrest by, Condemning trembling passions to our hart. Hundred eyed Argus, euer making spy, Pale hagge, infernall furie, pleasures smart: Enuious obseruer, prying in euery part, Suspitions fearefull, gazing still about the hart.
O would to God that loue could be without thee. S. Daniell.
A new disease? I know not, new, or old; But it may well be term'd, poore mortall plaine. For like the pestilence, it doth infect The houses of the braine: first it begins Solely to worke vpon the phantasie, Filling her seat with such pestiferous aire, As soone corrupts the iudgement, and from thence Sends like contagion to the memorie, Still each of other taking like infection, Which as a searching vapour spreads it selfe, Confusedly through euery sensiue part, Till not a thought or motion in the minde, Be farre from the blacke poyson of suspect. B. Iohnson.
Where loue doth raigne, disturbing iealousie, Doth call himselfe affections Centinell, And in a peacefull houre, dooth crye kill, kill, Distempering gentle loue with his desire, As ayre and water dooth abate the fire: This sound informer, this bare-breeding spie, This cancker that eates vp this tender spring, This carry-tale, discentio's iealousie. W. Shakespeare.
Fowle weatherd iealousie to a forward spring, Makes weeds growe ranke, but spoiles a better thing. Sowes tares gainst haruest in the fields of loue, And dogged humor dogdayes like doth prooue, Scorching loues glorious world with glowing tong, A serpent by which loue to death is stonge A foe to waste his pleasant summer bowers,
Ruine his mansions, and deface his bowers. E. Guilpin.
Pale Iealousie childe of insatiat loue, Of heartsicke thoughts, which melancholy bred, A hell tormenting feare, no faith can moue: By discontent with deadly poyson fed, With heedlesse youth and error vainly led. A mortall plague, a vertue drowing floud, A hellish fier, not quenched but with bloud. M. Drayton.
What state of life more pleasant can we finde, Then these that true and heartie loue do beare? Whom that sweet yoake doth fast together binde, That man in Paradice first learnd to weare. Were not some so tormented in their minde With that same vile suspect that filthy feare, That torture great, that foolish phrenezie, That raging madnes, called Iealousie, For euery other sower that gets a place To seate it selfe amidst this pleasant sweete, Helpes in the end to giue a greater grace, And make loues ioies more gracious then they were, He that abstaines from sustenance a space, Shall finde both bread and water relish sweete. S. I. Harr. Transl.
— Iealousie is Cupids foode, For the swift steed runnes not so fast alone, As when some other striue him to out goe. Ed. Fairfax. Transl.
Loue wakes the iealous eye, least then it moues The iealous eye, the more it lookes it loues. S. Ph. Sydney.
—No iealousie can that preuent, Whereas two parties once be full content. Idem.
Impatience changeth smoake to flame, but iealousie to hell. W. Warner.
On loue, saies some, waits iealouzie, but iealousie wants loue When curiously the ouerplus doth idle quarels moue. Idem.
—Where iealousie is bred, Hornes in the mind, are worse then hornes in the hed. B. Iohnson.
That canker-worme, that monster iealousie, Which eates the heart, and feeds vpon the gall, Turning all loues delight to miserie, Through feare of loosing his felicitie. Ed. Spencer.
Shun iealousie that hart-breake loue, if cat will go to kinde, Be sure that Io hath a meanes, that Argus shall be blinde. ƲƲ. Warner.
True loue doth looke with pale suspicious eie, Take away loue, if you take iealousie. M. Drayton.
No beast is fierer then a iealous woman. S. Daniell.