Quotes
Quotes about Devil
Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.
He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.
He must needs go that the devil drives.
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
He will give the devil his due.
While you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
'T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
With devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
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.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles.
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
