High on a throne of royal state, which far

Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,

Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand

Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,

Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd

To that bad eminence.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1.

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748): Divine Songs. Song xx.

'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Who first invented work, and bound the free

And holiday-rejoicing spirit down

   .   .   .   .   .   .

To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood?

   .   .   .   .   .   .

Sabbathless Satan!

Charles Lamb (1775-1834): Work.

Satan; so call him now, his former name

Is heard no more in heaven.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood

Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd

That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge

In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair

Shakes pestilence and war.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707.

And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

William Cowper (1731-1800): Exhortation to Prayer.

The other shape,

If shape it might be call'd that shape had none

Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;

Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,

For each seem'd either,—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 (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666.