CHRISTOPHER MARLYE
CHRISTOPHER MARLYE damned his God
In many a blasphemous mighty line,
—Being given to words and wenches and wine.
He wrote his Faustus, and laughed to see
How everyone feared his devils but he.
Christopher Marlye passed the gate,
Eager to stalk on the floor of Heaven,
Outface his God, and affront the Seven:
But Peter genially let him in,
Making no mention of all his sin.
And he got no credit for all he had done,
Though he grabbed a hold on the coat of God,
And bellowed his infamies one by one,
Blasphemy, lechery, thought, and deed ...
But nobody paid him the slightest heed.
And the devils and torments he thought to brave
He left behind, on this side of the grave.
Heigh-ho! for Christopher Marlye.
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