|Renounce the Devil and all his works.|
Book of Common Prayer. Baptism of Infants.
| Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. I. Memb. III.
| The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memb. I. Subsect. III.
|And bid the devil take the hinmost.|
ButlerHudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 633. BurnsTo a Haggis. The Tragedy of Bouduca. Act IV. Sc. 2.
|Nick Machiavel had neer a trick|
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).
ButlerHudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 1,313.
|Here is the devil-and-all to pay.|
CervantesDon Quixote. Bk. IV. Pt. I. Ch. X.
|Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon|
That shal ete with a feend.
ChaucerThe Squires Tale. L. 602. Same idea in George MeritonPraise of Yorkshire Ale. DekkerBatchelars Banquet. Works. I. 170. (Grosarts ed.). HeywoodProverbs. Pt. II. Ch. V. KempNine Days Wonder. (1600). MarloweJew of Malta. III. IV. Comedy of Errors. IV. III. 64. Tempest. II. 2.
|Auch die Kultur, die alle Welt beleckt,|
Hat auf den Teufel sich erstreckt.
Culture which smooth the whole world licks,
Also unto the devil sticks.
GoetheFaust. I. 6. 160.
|Nein, nein! Der Teufel ist ein Egoist|
Und thut nicht leicht um Gottes Willen,
Was einem Andern nützlich ist.
No, no! The devil is an egotist,
And is not apt, without why or wherefore,
For Gods sake, others to assist.
GoetheFaust. I. 4. 124.
|I calld 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 skilld in debate,
He talks quite glibly of church and state.
HeinePictures of Travels. The Return Home. No. 37.
| When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs must when the devil drives.)|
HeywoodJohan the Husband. Proverbs. Ch. VII. CervantesDon Quixote. Pt. I. Bk. IV. Ch. 4. GossonEphemerides of Phialo. MarloweDr. Faustus. PeeleEdward I. Alls Well that Ends Well. I. 3.
| How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!|
Isaiah. XIV. 12.
| What is got over the devils back is spent under his belly.|
Attributed to Isocrates by Alain. René Le SageGil Blas. Bk. III. Ch. X.
|Resist the Devil, and he will flee from you.|
James. IV. 7.
|The king of terrors.|
Job. XVIII. 14.
|The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.|
Ben JonsonThe 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 Gods minister,
And labors for some good
By us not understood.
LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Epilogue. Last stanza.
| Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs, I would enter.|
Martin Luther, April 16, 1521. See Bunsens Life of Luther. P. 61.
|The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.|
Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)News.
|Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.|
MiltonHymn on Christs Nativity. L. 172.
|The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile,|
Stirrd up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. I. L. 34.
| His form had yet not lost|
All his original brightness, nor appeard
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th excess
Of glory obscured.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. I. L. 591.
| From morn|
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
A summers day; and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. I. L. 742.
|Satan exalted sat, by merit raised|
To that bad eminence.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 5.
| Black it stood as night,|
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seemd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 670.
|Incensd with indignation Satan stood|
Unterrified, and like a comet burnd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
MiltonParadise 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.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 846.
|Satan; so call him now, his former name|
Is heard no more in heaven.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. V. L. 658.
| Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary, the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.|
Peter. V. 8.
|Bid the Devil take the slowest.|
PriorOn the Taking of Namur.
|Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.|
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
SchillerWallensteins Tod. 1. 3. 64.
|I charge thee, Satan, housd within this man,|
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight;
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 67.
| The devil hath power|
To assume a pleasing shape.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 628.
| Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for Ill have a suit of sables.|
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 136.
|He will give the devil his due.|
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 132. DrydenEpilogue to the Duke of Guise.
|The prince of darkness is a gentleman.|
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 147. Sir John SucklingThe Goblins. Song. Act III.
| Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer.|
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 22.
|The lunatic, the lover and the poet,|
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold.
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 7.
| This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon.|
Tempest. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 101.
| What, man! defy the devil: consider, hes an enemy to mankind.|
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 107.
|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.
Southey and ColeridgeThe Devils Walk. St. 1. Title originally Devils Thoughts. Coleridge assigns to Southey the first four stanzas. See his Sibylline Leaves. (1817). P. 98. Claim of Porson a hoax.
|The Satanic school.|
SoutheyVision of Judgment. Original Preface. III.
|The bane of all that dread the Devil!|
WordsworthThe Idiot Boy. St. 67.