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.
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When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs must when the devil
drives.)
When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs must when the devil
drives.)
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.
Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man
Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man
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.
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).
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; read more
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
