How I am plung’d in pain but cannot die,
I liv’d a life the like did none before,
Forsaking Christ, and I am damn’d therefore.
At Wittenburge, a town in Germany,
There was I born and bred of good degree,
Of honest Stock which afterwards I shamed,
Accurst therefore for Faustus was I named.
In learning loe my Uncle brought up me,
And made me Doctor in Divinity:
And when he dy’d he left me all his wealth,