(68) Which indeed befalls those, who lodge the Devil within them; but so long as he is but a Guest, he lies still like a tame Whelp; but when he becomes the Host himself, and Master of the House, then he storms and makes Havock in the House, as he did to the Body of God. And

(12) Sometimes I menace them with poverty, Sometimes I blind their eyes with tresses and moles." In this prison the food of true faith is scarce, In spite of prayers and fasts and endless pains, Alas ! we are perishing by his insolence. The dog is one, yet he enters a thousand forms; Whatever makes you shiver, know he is in it, When he finds no form at hand, he enters your thoughts, From your thoughts proceeds destruction, Sometimes thoughts of pleasure, sometimes of business, Sometimes thoughts of science, sometimes of house and home.

(1) Satan's snares for mankind. Thus spake cursed Iblis to the Almighty, "I want a mighty trap to catch human game withal." God gave him gold and silver and troops of horses Saying, "You can catch my creatures with these." Iblis said, "Bravo!" but at the same time hung his lip, Then God offered gold and jewels from precious mines To that laggard in the faith, Saying, "Take these other traps, O cursed one." But Iblis said, "Give me more, O blessed Defender." God gave him succulent and sweet and costly wines,