There Is A Legend Of An Old Hartz Tower That Tells Of One, A Noble, Who Had Sold His Soul Unto The Fiend; Who Grew Not Old On This Condition: That The Demon'S Power Cease Every Midnight For A Single Hour, And In That Hour His Body Should Be Cold, His Limbs Grow Shriveled, And His Face, Behold! Become A Death'S-Head In The Taper'S Glower. So Unto Sin Life Gives His Best. Her Arts Make All His Outward Seeming Beautiful Before The World; But In His Heart Of Hearts Abides An Hour When Her Strength Is Null; When He Shall Feel The Death Through All His Parts Strike, And His Countenance Become A Skull.