The verdict of the world is conclusive.
[Lat., Securus judicat orbis terrarum.]

The verdict of the world is conclusive.
[Lat., Securus judicat orbis terrarum.]

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

The Devil himself is good, when he is pleased.

The Devil himself is good, when he is pleased.

Bid the Devil take the slowest.

Bid the Devil take the slowest.

Let the world slide.

Let the world slide.

In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.

In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.

The spirit that I have seen
May be a devil, and the devil hath power
T' assume read more

The spirit that I have seen
May be a devil, and the devil hath power
T' assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me.

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.

The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.

The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.