The Judgement of God shewed upon one John Faustus
Doctor in Divinity. The tune is, Fortune my Foe.
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ALL the Christian men give ears awhile to me.
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How I am plungd in pain but cannot dye,
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I livd a life the like did none before
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Forsaking Christ and I am damnd therefore.
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At Wittenberg 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 shamd,
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Accurst therefore for Faustus was I namd,
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In learning lo my Uncle brought up me,
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And made me Doctor in Divinity,
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And when he dyd 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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Not on Gods Laws 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 Divell in Fryers weed appeard to me,
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And soon 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 soule 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 Divell a deed,
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Twice wretchedly I soule and body sould,
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To live in pride and doe what things I would,
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For four and twenty years this Bond was made,
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And at the end my Soule 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 had then been made a beast by kind,
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Then had I not so vainly set my mind,
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Or would when reason first began to bloom,
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Some darksom Den had bin 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 softer me,
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And woe unto the hand that seald the bill
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Woe to my selfe the causer of my ill.
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The time I past away with much delight,
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Mongst Princes, Peers, & many worthy Knight,
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I wrote such wonders by my Magick skill,
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That all the world may talk of Faustus still.
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THe Divell he carried me up into the skye,
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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 dayes space,
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And then returnd unto my naturall place.
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What pleasures 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 starrs and plannets 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 were past and done,
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How that the Divel 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 grief whereof doth make my heart to bleed.
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All dayes and hours I mourned wandrous 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 ner come to dated end,
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Nor soule and body down to hell descend.
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At last when I had but one houre to come,
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I turnd my Glasse for my last houre to run,
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And rald 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 glasse 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 dolefull cry,
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Then presently they came into the Hall,
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Whereas my brains were 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 the end of me.
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You Conjurers and damned Witches all,
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Example take by my unhappy fal,
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Give not your souls and bodies unto hel,
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See that the smallest hair you doe not sell.
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But hope that Christ his Kingdom you may gain
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Where you shal never feel such mortal pain,
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Forsake the Divel and all his crafty wayes,
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Imbrace true faith which never-more decayes.
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