You starres that raignd at my natiuitie, / Whose influence hath alloted death and hel, / Now draw vp Faustus like a foggy mist, / Into the intrailes of yon labring cloude, / That when you vomite foorth into the ayre, / My limbes may issue from your smoaky mouthes, / So that my soule may but ascend to heauen: […]