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.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

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.

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 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.

"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own read more

"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own image and likeness." "Just as man
created God, then?" observed Alyosha.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus read more

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' artic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.

If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image read more

If the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness

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.