He saw a cottage with a double coach house, A cottage of gentility; And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

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.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; poetry = the best words in the best order