The Judgement of God shewed upon one John Faustus
Doctor in Divinity. The Tune is, Fortune my Foe.
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ALL Christian men give ear a while to me,
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How I am plung'd in pain but cannot dye,
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I liv'd a life the like did none before,
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Forsaking Christ, and I am damn'd therefore.
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At Wittenberge a Town in Germany,
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There was I born and bred of good degree,
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Of honest stock which afterwards I sham'd,
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Accurst therefore for Faustus was I nam'd.
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In learning Joe my Uncle brought up me,
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And made me Doctor in Divinity,
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And when he dy'd he left me all his wealth,
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Whose cursed Gold did hinder my Souls health.
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Then did I shun the holy Bible book,
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Nor on Gods word would ever after look;
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But studied accursed Conjuration,
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Which was the cause of my utter Damnation.
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The Devil in Frrars weeds appear'd to me,
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And straight to my request he did agree,
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That I might have all things at my desire,
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I gave him soul and body for his hire.
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Twice did I make my tender flesh to bleed,
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Twice with my blood I wrote the Devil a deed,
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Twice wretchedly I Soul and body sold,
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To live in peace and do what things I would.
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For four and twenty years this Bond was made,
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And at the length my Soul was truly paid,
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Time ran away, and yet I never thought
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How dear my soul our Saviour Christ had bought
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Would I at first been made a beast by kind,
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Then had not I so vainly set my mind;
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Or would when reason first began to bloom,
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Some darksome Den had been my deadly Tomb.
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Woe to the day of my Nativity,
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Woe to the time that once did Foster me,
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And woe unto the hand that seal'd the Bill,
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Woe to my self the cause of all my ill.
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THe time I past away with much delight,
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'Mongst princes, peers, & many a worthy Knight.
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I wrought such wonders by my Magick Skill,
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That all the world may talk of Faustus still.
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The Devil he carried me up into the Sky,
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Where I did see how all the world did lye,
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I went about the world in eight days space,
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And then return'd unto my Native place.
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What pleasure I did wish to please my mind,
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He did perform as Bond and Seal did bind,
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The secrets of the Stars and Planets told,
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Of Earth and Sea, with wonders manifold.
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When four and twenty years was almost run,
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I thought of all things that was past and done,
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How that the Devil would come & claim his right
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And carry me to everlasting Night.
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Then all too late I curst my wicked deed,
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The deed whereof doth make my heart to bleed,
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All days and hours I mourned wondrous sore,
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Repenting me of all things done before.
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I then did wish both Sun and Moon to stay,
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All times and seasons never to decay,
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Then had my time ne'r come to dated end,
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Nor Soul and body down to Hell descend.
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At last when I had but one hour to come
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I turn'd my Glass for my last hour to run,
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And call'd in Learned men to comfort me,
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But faith was gone, and comfort none could be.
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By twelve a clock my Glass was almost out,
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My grieved conscience then began to doubt,
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I wisht the Students stay in Chamber by,
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But as they staid they heard a dreadful cry.
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Then presently they came into the Hall,
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Whereas my brains was cast against the wall,
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Both arms and Legs in pieces torn they see,
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My bowels gone, this was an end of me.
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You Conjurers and damned Witches all,
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Example take by my unhappy fall,
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Give not your Souls and bodies unto Hell,
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See that the smallest hair you to not sell.
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But hope that Christ his Kingdom you may gain,
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Where you shall never fear such mortal pain:
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Forsake the Devil and all his crafty ways,
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Imbrace true Faith that never more decays.
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