_How Doctor Faustus complained that he should in his lusty time and
youthful years die so miserably_
This sorrowful time drawing near so troubled Doctor Faustus, that he
began to write his mind, to the end he might peruse it often and not
forget it, and is in manner as followeth.
Ah Faustus, thou sorrowful and woeful man, now must thou go to the
damned company in unquenchable fire, whereas thou mightest have had the
joyful immortality of the soul, the which thou now hast lost. Ah gross
understanding and wilful will, what seizeth on my limbs other than a
robbing of my life? Bewail with me my sound and healthful body, wit 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 into
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 that I see prepared for me of myself now
must I suffer. Ah miserable wretch, there is nothing in this world to
shew me comfort: then woe is me, what helpeth my wailing.