The Judgment of GOD shew'd upon Dr. John Faustus.
Tune of, Fortune my Foe, Licens'd and Enter'd.
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ALL Christian Men give ear a while to me,
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How I am plung'd in Pain, and cannot die,
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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 Wittenburg, 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 low 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 Soul's Health.
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Then did I shun the Holy Bible-book,
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Nor on God's 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 Fryars Weeds appear'd to me,
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And strait to my Request he did agree,
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That I might have all things at my desire,
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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's Deed;
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Twice wretchedly I Soul and Body sold,
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To live in Pleasure, and do what thing: 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 had 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 seas'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, and 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 carry'd me up in the Sky,
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Where I did see how all the World did lie,
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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 tenty 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 soon 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 Dread 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 with 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're 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 none could comfort me.
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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 to stay in the 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 Conjurors 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 do 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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Embrace true Faith, that never more decays.
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