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“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.

A lady drove by, in her pride, In whose face an expression he spied, For which he could have kissed her; Such a flourishing, fine, clever creature was she With an eye as wicked as wicked can be.”

—From The Devil’s Walk by Robert Southey, 1799