Singe Quotes

At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit, Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame, Where blood-begotten spirits come And all complexities of fury leave, Dying into a dance, An agony of trance, An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve. (William Butler Yeats)
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. View quote
William Shakespeare