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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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.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
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.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
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.
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Here is the devil-and-all to pay.
Here is the devil-and-all to pay.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount read more
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
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
