"For myself, I have other occupations:  I make absurd matches; I marry greybeards with minors, masters with servants, girls with small fortunes with tender lovers who have none.  It is I who introduced into this world luxury, debauchery, games of chance, and chemistry.  I am the author of the first cookery book, the inventor of festivals, of dancing, music, plays, and of the newest fashions; in a word, I am ASMODEUS, surnamed The Devil on Two Sticks."
	-Alain René Le Sage, _Asmodeus: Or,The Devil on Two Sticks.  1707.

An evil and spry old human, whose eyes twinkle with madness. Sigmund wields a nasty-looking scythe.

An evil and spry old man, whose eyes twinkle with sadness, and also with madness. Sigmund 
wields a nasty-looking scythe.
"But Sigmund turned him about, and he said: 'What aileth thee, son?  Shall ouf life-days 
never be merry, and our labour never be done?'  But Sinfiotli said: 'I have looked, and lo,
there is death in the cup.'
And the song, and the tinkling of harp-strings to the roof-tree winded up;
And Sigmund was dreamy with wine and the wearing of many a year;
And the noise and the glee of the people as the sound of the wild woods were 
And the blossoming boughs of the Branstock were the wild trees waving about;
So he said: 'Well seen, my fosterling; let the lip then strain it out.'"
	-William Morris, _The STory of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs. 1891.

"He thinks every buſh a boggart."
	-John Ray, _A Compleat Collection of English Proverbs_.  1768. 
"A BOGGART intruded himself, upon what pretext or by what authority is unknown, 
into the house of a quiet, inoffensive, and laborious farmer; and, when once it 
had taken possession it disputed the right of domicile with the legal mortal 
tenant, in a very unneighbourly and arbitrary manner. In particular, it seemed 
to have a great aversion to children. As there is no point on which a parent 
feels more acutely than that of the maltreatment of his offspring, the feelings 
of the father and more particularly of his good dame, were daily, ay, and 
nightly, harrowed up by the malice of this malignant and invisible boggart."
	-C.J.T., _Folk-lore and Legends: English.  1890.

"Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."

"Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your 
grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."