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Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).
Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.
Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he
will flee from you.
Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he
will flee from you.
No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but read more
No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but he suffers from it.
What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.
What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.
It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
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It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
He, too, is God's minister,
And labors for some good
By us not understood.
Culture which smooth the whole world licks,
Also unto the devil sticks.
[Ger., Auch die Kultur, die read more
Culture which smooth the whole world licks,
Also unto the devil sticks.
[Ger., Auch die Kultur, die alle Welt beleckt,
Hat auf den Teufel sich erstreckt.]
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.
