Talk of the devil, and his horns appear

He saw a cottage with a double coach house, A cottage of gentility; And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

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.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; poetry = the best words in the best order