THE POPES LAMENTATION For his bad Success in the Late Horrid PLOT.  

All's in vain, Alas! I plainly see  
What the event of all our Plots will be:  
shane and confusion, with cursed scoffs and gears,  
Will now torment, and penetrate our Ears,  
I little thought this Plot so wisely laid,  
Would er'e have failed, or been Abortive made  
By those entrusted in't; but unkind Fate  
Will now expose us to the scorn and hate  
Of all the World: Oh! it grieves me sore,  
For now our case is worse than 'twas before.  
Alas! alas! All our Designs are croft,  
Our Friends, our Money, our Hopes, and all are lost.  
Oh, unkind Fortune! I begin to feel  
Your cruel hand turning round the Wheel  
On which you placed me( it appeareth plain)  
Only that you might pull me down again.  
My heart with grief is almost over-prest,  
And dreadful thoughts my troubled mind molest.  
Should I therefore for Hells Assistance call,  
And raise the Devil, he'd give me but small  
Assistance, or comfort; enraged, he'd call me Sot,  
And say 'twas I that spoyled this Famous Plot.  
But I'll try, for I well understand  
My Predecessor, name Heldibrand,  
Always Had the Devil at his Command.  
Old Pluto was his Friend; for by his Aid  
He gained famed, and Pope of Rome was made.  
Therefore, since Jesuits no good can do,  
I'll raise the Devil with his Infernal Crew.