I turn’d my glass for my last hour to run,
And call’d to learned men to comfort me,
But faith was gone and none could comfort me.
By twelve a Clock my glass was almost out,
My grieved Conscience then began to doubt;
I wisht the Students stay in Chamber by,
But as they staid they heard a dreadful cry.
Then presently they came into the Hall,
Whereas my brains was cast against the wall,
Both arms and legs in pieces torn they see,