Would I had first been made a Beast by kind, Then had not I so vainly set my mind; Or would when reason first began to bloom, Some darksome Den had been my deadly tomb. Woe to the Day of my Nativity, Woe to the time that once did foster me, And woe unto the hand that sealed the Bill, Woe to myself the cause of all my ill. The time I past away with much delight, ’Mongst princes, peers, and many a worthy Kt. I wrought such wonders by my Magick Skill, That all the world may talk of Faustus still. The Devil he carried me up into the Sky, Where I did see how all the world did lie; I went about the world in eight Daies space, And then return’d unto 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 of all things that was past and done; How that the Devil would soon claim his right, And carry me to Everlasting Night. Then all too late I curst my wicked Deed, The Dread whereof doth make my heart to bleed, All daies and hours I mourned wondrous sore, Repenting me 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 nere come to dated end, Nor soul and body down to Hell descend. At last when I had but one hour to come, I turn’d my glass for my last hour to run, And call’d to learned men to comfort me, But faith was gone and none could comfort me. By twelve a Clock my glass was almost out, My grieved Conscience then began to doubt; I wisht the Students stay in Chamber by, But as they staid they heard a dreadful cry. Then presently they came into the Hall, Whereas my brains was cast against the wall, Both arms and legs in pieces torn they see, My bowels gone, this was an end of me. You Conjurors and damned Witches all, Example take by my unhappy fall: Give not your souls and bodies into Hell, See that the smallest hair you do not sell. But hope that 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. Printed by and for A. M. and sold by the Booksellers of London. APPENDIX C _Bibliography_ H. LOGEMAN: _The English Faust Book of 1592_. (_Recueil de Travaux de l’Université de Gand_, 24ᵉ fascicule, Ghent, 1900). A. E. RICHARDS: _The English Wagner Book of 1594_. (_Literarhistorische Forschungen_, XXXV. Heft, Berlin, 1907.) W. J. THOMS: _Early English Prose Romances_. (2nd Ed. Vol. III. London, 1858.) R. PETSCH: _Das Volksbuch vom Doktor Faust_. (Reprint of the first edition of 1587. _Neudrucke_, Nos. 7, 8, 8a, 8b. Halle, 1911.) G. MILCHSACK: _Historia D. Johannis Fausti des Zauberers_. (Reprint of the Wolfenbüttel MS. Wolfenbüttel, 1892-7.)