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The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it. - Ben Jonson, The Devil is an Ass (act IV, sc. 1) It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He, too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus--The Golden Legend (epilogue, last stanza) If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them. - James Russell Lowell For the devil is better pleased with coarse blockheads and with folks who are useful to nobody; because where such characters abound, then things do not go on prosperously here on earth. - Martin Luther For, where God built a church there the devil would also build a chapel. They imitated the Jews also in this, namely, that as the Most Holiest was dark, and had no light, even so and after the same manner did they make their shrines dark where the devil made answer. Thus is the devil ever God's ape. - Martin Luther Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs, I would enter. - Martin Luther The devil, my friends, is a woman just now. 'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell. - Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton ("Owen Meredith"), News He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil. - Christopher Marlowe Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail. - John Milton, Hymn on Christ's Nativity (l. 172) The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 34) His form had yet not lost All his original brightness, not appear'd Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 591) From morn To moon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. I, l. 742) Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 5) 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. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 670) 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. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. II, l. 707) Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw And pined his loss. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 846) Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 658) Bid the Devil take the slowest. - Matthew Prior, On the Taking of Namur The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; The devil was well, the devil a saint was he. - Francois Rabelais Accursed be he who plays with the devil. [Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.] - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, Wallenstein's Tod (I, 3, 64) Casting out devils is mere juggling; they never cast out any but what they first cast in. - John Selden He must needs go that the devil drives. - William Shakespeare No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. - William Shakespeare The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due. - William Shakespeare 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. - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (Theseus at V, i) Displaying page 2 of 3 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 [2] 3
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