Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William ShakespeareBe advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?
William Shakespeare