Horror: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their sphere; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.— H. i. 5