Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.

Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.

He will give the devil his due.

He will give the devil his due.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it
shall bring him to the king of terrors.

Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.

Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.

Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.

Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape read more

Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.