Faust Book

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Another complaint of Doctor Faustus. Chap. 60.

OH poore, wofull and weary wretch: oh sorrowfull soule of Faustus, now art thou in the number of the damned, for now must I waite for vnmeasurable paynes of death, yea far more lamentable than euer yet any creature hath suffered. Ah senceles, wilful & desperate forgetfulnesse! O cursed and vnstable life! O blinde and carelesse wretch, that so hast abused thy body, sence and soule! O foolish pleasure, into what a weary labyrinth hast thou brought mee, blinding mine eyes in the clearest day': Ah weake heart! O troubled soule, where is become thy knowledge to comfort thee': O pitifull weariness! Oh desperate hope, now shall I neuer more be thought vpon! Oh, care vpon carefulnesse, and sorrowes on heapes: Ah grieuous paynes that pearce my panting heart, whom is there now that can deliuer me': Would God that I knew where to hide me, or into what place to creepe or flie. Ah, woe, woe is me, be where I will, yet am I taken. Herewith poore Faustus was so sorrowfully troubled, that he could not speake or vtter his minde any further.