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.

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