_How Dr. Faustus complained that he should in his lusty Time, and
youthful Years, die so miserably._
The sorrowful time drawing near, so troubled Dr. Faustus, that he began
to write his mind, to the end he might peruse it often and not forget
it, which was in manner as followeth:--"Ah! Faustus, thou sorrowful and
woeful man, now must thou go to the damnable company in unquenchable
fire, whereas thou mightest have had the joyful immortality of thy soul,
the which now thou hast lost! Ah! gross understanding and wilful will!
What seizeth upon thy limbs, other than robbing of my life? Bewail with
me, my sound and healthful body, will, and soul; bewail with me, my
senses, for you have had your part and pleasure as well as I. Oh! envy
and disdain! How have you crept both at once upon me, and now for your
sakes I must suffer all these torments! Ah! whither is pity and mercy
fled? Upon what occasion hath heaven repaid me with this reward, by
sufferance, to suffer me to perish? Wherefore was I created a man? The
punishment I see prepared for me of myself, now must I suffer. Ah!
miserable wretch! There is nothing in this world to show me comfort!
Then woe is me! What helpeth my wailing?"