From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his read more

From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.

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

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

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear

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.

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.

The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.

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.

Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here
he comes in the likeness of read more

Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here
he comes in the likeness of a Jew.

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.