Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

From wine what sudden friendship springs?

It is an awful, an appalling thought, that we may be, this moment and every moment, in the presence of malignant spirits.

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.

Aerial spirits, by great Jove design'd To be on earth the guardians of mankind: Invisible to mortal eyes they go, And mark our actions, good or bad, below: The immortal spies with watchful care preside, And thrice ten thousand round their charges glide: They can reward with glory or with gold, A power they by Divine permission hold.

I am the Spirit that denies. [Ger., Ich bin der Geist stets verneint.]