For Hell and the foul fiend that rules God's everlasting fiery jails( Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, Are senseless stories, idle tales, Dreams, whimseys, and no more.

John Wilmot
About This Quote

This quote is a part of the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. It is a story about a man who was imprisoned in hell. He was down on his luck and had nothing else to look forward to so he made up stories about himself being imprisoned in hell. He hoped that people would believe him so they would be more willing to help him out.

The author of the poem, Edgar Allan Poe, had two spellings of his name - Edgar Allen and Edgar Allen Poe. The first is the correct form for this particular quote.

Source: The Complete Poems

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