Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised
To that bad eminence.

This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.

This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.

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.

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.]

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.

Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.

Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.

I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
He read more

I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
He is not ugly, and is not lame,
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of life is the devil,
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil;
A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate,
He talks quite glibly of church and state.

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.