Her lips were awry, she could not speak.
After a while the clock struck four,
And Faustus said “I can write no more:
I’ve entered the heartbeats, every one,
And now the allotted time is done.”
He dipped his pen, made one more mark,
And clapped his book. The room grew dark.
At four o’clock Punch turned his head
And “I forgive you all,” he said....
At five o’clock they found him dead.