In truth, there is nothing to love and nothing to hate about the Justin Bieber idol and if we have allowed ourselves to be distracted by this nothingness, we are just wasting our time. And there is no need for us to time-waste a second longer.

He on his side / Leaning half-raised, with looks of cordial love / Hung over her enamoured.

Rochelle is a perfectionistic, timid, dutiful girl, and she has been slaving away for hours on her math.

Before my body, I throw my warlike Shield: Lay on Macduffe, And damn'd be him, that first cries hold, enough.