I am a green-eyed monster born from another’s success, turning admiration into bitter distress. I am the silent thief of joy that lives inside your mind, keeping you blind to the treasures you already possess. What am I?

I am medicine, but i am free. I am contagious, but you won't get sick of me. You can can me but never touch. I'm a sign of fun, but I can hurt

The Windy City, The Greatest, or the Land Down Under Start with a muted cry, then half a diam. Next, something mathematicians imagine, followed by the last four of a bunch of flowers.

A toy once promised a place beyond me, Yet none have returned with proof. A scientist built a curve against me, To hide from a terrible truth. Halve me, third me, tear me apart, I surrender no measure or sea. Every boundary ever conceived Is still surrounded by me. What am I?

Do you know this man? He lives on Drury lane. Yes I know this man Who lives on Drury lane. He left me a top I wear confusing my beer gut.