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And all the bustle of departure-sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicating-just as fear or hope may be inspired by the new chances of coming destiny.— MADAME DE STAËL — Corinne. Bk. X. Ch. VI.

And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam.

The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memb. I.

Subsect. 3. And bid the devil take the hin'most. S.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 633.

Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick (Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 1,313.

I call'd 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 skill'd in debate, He talks quite glibly of church and state.— HEINE — Pictures of Travels. The Return Home. No. 37.

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. LONGFELLOw-Christus. The Golden Legend. Epilogue. Last stanza. The Devil, my friends, is a woman just now. 'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- News. 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.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 670.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star. C.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 742.

His form had yet not lost All his original brightness, nor appear'd Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 591.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 707.

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L.5.

Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 658.

Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.— 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.— MILTON — Faradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 34.

With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 300.

The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be; The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.— RABELAIS — Works. Bk. IV. Ch. XXIV.