Hesperides — To Jealousy

O jealousy, that art

The canker of the heart;

And mak'st all hell

Where thou do'st dwell;

For pity be

No fury, or no firebrand to me.

Far from me I'll remove

All thoughts of irksome love:

And turn to snow,

Or crystal grow,

To keep still free,

O! soul-tormenting jealousy, from thee.