A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies Each bound it chafes.

A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

A little fire is quickly trodden out,/ Which being suffered, rivers cannot quench.