Tes destins sont d'un homme, et tes vceux sont d'un dieu.
Your destiny is that of a man, and your vows those of a god.
Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar;
Break but one
Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar
Through all will run.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then worse truth,
A Miser's Pensioner,—behold our lot!
DEVIL, THE
Renounce the Devil and all his works.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil
for all.
The Devil himself, which is the author of
confusion and lies.
And bid the devil take the hin'most.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto n. L. 633. Burns—To a Haggis. The Tragedy of Bouduca. ActlV. Sc. 2.
Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick
(Though he gave his name to our Old Nick).
Here is the devil-and-all to pay.
Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.
idea in George Meriton—Praise of Yorkshire Ale. Dekker—Batchelars' Banquet. Works. I. 170. (Grosart's ed.) Hetwood— Proverbs. Pt. II. Ch. V. Kemp—Nine Days Wonder. (1600) Marlowe—Jew 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.
Nein, nein! Der Teufel ist ein Egoist
Und thut nicht leicht um Gottes Willen,
Was einein Andem niitzlich ist.
No, no! The devil is an egotist, And is not apt, without why or wherefore, "For God's sake," others to assist.
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.
When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs
must when the devil drives.)
VII. Cervantes. Don Quixote. Pt. I. Bk. IV. Ch. 4. Gosson—Ephemerides of Phialo. Marlowe—Dr. Faustus. Peele—
Edward I. All'sWell that Ends Well. I. 3.
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer,
son of the morning!
What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.
Resist the Devil, and he will flee from you.
The king of terrors.
The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.
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.
Tell your master that if there were as many
devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs, I would
enter.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile,
Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind.
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.
