I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

There is no greater glory than love, nor any great punishment than jealously.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.