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ALL Christian Men give Ear a while to me, How I am plungd in Pain, but cannot see: I livd a Life, the like did none before, Forsaking Christ, and I am damnd therefore. At Wertemburgh, a Town in Germany, There was I born and bred of good Degree, Of honest Stock, which afterwards I shamd, Accurst therefore, for Faustus was I namd. In learning high my Uncle brought up me, And made me Doctor of Divinity: And when he dyd he left me all his Wealth, Which cursed Gold did hinder my Souls Health. Then did I shun the Holy Bible Book, Nor on Gods Word would never after look; But studied the accursed Conjuration, Which was the Cause of my utter Damnation. The Devil in Fryers Weeds appeared to me, And straight to my Request he did agree, That I might have all Things at my Desire, I gave him Soul and Body for his Hire.
Twice did I make my tender Flesh to bleed, Twice with my Blood I wrote the Devils Deed, Twice wretchedly I Soul and Body sold, To live in Pleasure, and do what Things I would. For four and twenty Years this Bond was made, And then at length my Soul for it was paid; Time ran away, and yet I never thought, How dear my Soul our Saviour Christ had bought. Would I at first been made a Beast by Kind, Then had not I so vainly set my Mind; Or would not when Reason began to bloom, Some darksome Den had been my deadly Tomb. Wo to the Day of my Nativity! Wo to the Time that once did foster me! And wo unto the Hand that sealed the Bill! Wo to myself the Cause of all my Ill! The Time I passd away with much Delight, Mongst Princes, Peers, and many a worthy Knight, I wrought such Wonders by my Magick Skill, That all the World may talk of Faustus still.
The Devil carried me up in the Skie, Where I did see how all the World did lie: I went about the World in eight Days Space, And then returnd into my native Place. What Pleasure I did wish to please my Mind, He did perform, as Bond and Seal did bind: The Secrets of the Stars and Planets told, Of Earth and Sea, with Wonders manifold. When four and twenty Years was almost run, I thought on Things that then was past and done; How that the Devil will soon claim his Right, And carry me to everlasting Night. Then all too late I curst my wicked Deed, The Dread thereof does make my Heart to bleed: All Days and Hours I mourned wondrous sore, Repenting then of all Things done before. I then did wish both Sun and Moon to stay, All Times and Seasons never to decay: Then had my Time neer come to dated End, Nor Soul and Body down to Hell descend. At last when I had but one Hour to come, I turnd the Glass for my last Hour to run: And calld in learned Men to comfort me, But Faith was gone, and none could succour me. By Twelve oClock my Glass was almost out, My grieved Conscience then began to doubt: I prayd the Studious to stay in Chamber by, But as they staid they heard a doleful cry. Then presently they came into the Hall, Whereas my Brains were cast against the Wall; Both Arms and Legs in Pieces they did see, My Bowels gone, there was an End of me. You Conjurors and damned Witches all, Example take by my unhappy Fall: Give not your Souls and Bodies unto Hell, See that the smallest Hair you do not sell. But hope in Christ his Kingdom you may gain, Where you shall never fear such mortal Pain; Forsake the Devil and all his crafty Ways, Embrace true Faith that never more decays.
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