| Author |
Quotes |
| Robert Burton | The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies. |
| Robert Southey | The Satanic school. |
| Samuel Butler | And bid the devil take the hin'most. |
| Samuel Butler | Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick . |
| Sir Roger L Estrange | The devil helps his servants for a season; but when they get into a pinch; he leaves them in the lurch. |
| Terence Rattigan | When you're between any sort of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting. |
| William Wordsworth | The bane of all that dread the Devil! |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 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 | Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs, I would enter. |
| John Milton | Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail. |
| John Milton | The infernal serpent, he it was whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind. |
| John Milton | 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 | 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 | Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence. |
| John Milton | 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 | 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 | 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 | Satan, so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. |
| William Shakespeare | Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. |
| William Shakespeare | I charge thee, Satan, housed 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. |
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