I will amuse myself with terror.

Remember thee!
Ay, thou poor Ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, all saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, that youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain, unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!