O beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449.