Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
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.
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.
He will give the devil his due.
Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
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.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
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.
The bane of all that dread the Devil!
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.
The devil helps his servants for a season; but when they get into a pinch; he leaves them in the lurch.
The devil's most devilish when respectable.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
The Devil himself is good, when he is pleased.
The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.
Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.
When you're between any sort of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting.
Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish.
This is the devilish thing about foreign affairs: they are foreign and will not always conform to our whims.
But the gods are dead-- Ay, Zeus is dead, and all the gods but Doubt, And doubt is brother devil to Despair!
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Educate people without religion and you make them but clever devils.
You must consider every man your enemy who speaks ill of your king; and . . . you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil.