twixt my sheets, he’s done my office (1,3) 🛏️
the lusty Moor hath leaped into my seat…a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards (Iago 2,1) 🪑
oft my jealousy shapes thoughts that are not (Othello, 3,3) 🔺
It is the green eyed monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss who, certain of his fate, love not his wronger (Iago 3,3) 👁️