The is jealousy in everything that is good,
The envious eyes of the ill-hearted spleen
Whom the good of others are pungent to their blood
And always ready to acquire whatever they have seen.
Women are good, there is jealousy in them;
That I won't them under my roof; theirs be first aside,
But that of men is accompanied with harm,
And to annihilate that(the good) will be their pride.
Thus, when a man sees his partner accelerating in progression,
Apace his envious grey-eyes enrage and he frowns;
'this man is doing more than himself' alack envy with passion
And that which was Naboth's, now, Ahab owns.
Some, though, to be safe from the rancor of the Ahabs
Meet their end trying to be safeguarded with herbs.
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