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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.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may read more
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.
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.
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.
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.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.
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.
