The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus

Nothing so sweet as magic is to him

That Faustus may repent and save his soul!

Ah, Faustus,
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,
And then thou must be damn'd perpetually!

Nay, an this be hell, I'll willingly be damn'd here:
What! walking, disputing, &c.94 But, leaving off this, let me have a wife,95 The fairest maid in Germany;
For I am wanton and lascivious,

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
[Exit.]

Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.

all beasts are happy,
For, when they die,
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd.

for
vain pleasure of twenty-four years hath Faustus lost eternal joy
and felicity. I writ them a bill with mine own blood: the date
is expired; the time will come, and he will fetch me.

But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent
that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus

but now I die eternally.