A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,—

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit

That could be moved to smile at anything.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.