Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. - William Shakespeare

So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

And it is very much lamented,...
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye
That you might see your shadow.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)