This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
William ShakespeareI have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have coolโd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were inโt: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
William Shakespeare