“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

“Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads,The still-discordant wavering multitude,Can play upon it.”

“so full of shapes is fancy”

“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”

“I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.”

“Why, why is this?Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,To follow still the changes of the moonWith fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubtIs once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat,When I shall turn the business of my soulTo such exsufflicate and blown surmises,Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealousTo say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:Nor from mine own weak merits will I drawThe smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;And on the proof, there is no more but this,--Away at once with love or jealousy!”