Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.
Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.