Make ends meet

chimney, too, may serve thy need.

I must confess, my stepping o'er Thy threshold a slight hindrance doth

impede; The wizard - foot doth me retain.

The pentagram thy peace doth mar? To me, thou son of hell, explain, How

camest thou in, if this thine exit bar? Could such a spirit aught ensnare?

Observe it well, it is not drawn with care, One of the angles, that which points

without, Is, as thou seest, not quite closed.

Chance hath the matter happily dispos'd! So thou my captive art? No doubt!