Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
William ShakespeareThe wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
William Shakespeare