Posted on Wednesday, 24 February 2010

This soul should fly from me, and I be chang’dUnto some brutish beast! 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. … O soul, be chang’d into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean—ne’er be found. My God! my God! look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile! Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I’ll burn my books!—Ah Mephistophilis!

This soul should fly from me, and I be chang’dUnto some brutish beast! 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.

…

O soul, be chang’d into little water-drops,

And fall into the ocean—ne’er be found.

My God! my God! look not so fierce on me!

Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile!

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer!

I’ll burn my books!—Ah Mephistophilis!