Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.