Father Petre's Lamentation; OR, His New-Years-Gift To the DEVIL.  
 engraving of Catholic priest with devil on his shoulder and windmill coming out of his head 
Father Peters:   Petre. 

WHat have we done! now has the gloomy part  
Unbosom'd all the utmost of its Art.  
Has Hell ungorg'd, and from its Entrails thrown  
Off all the Plots which useful might have grown?  
By which we might have ransacked all the World,  
And heretics to sad Despair have hurled.   Devil. 

Labour I did, and much Pains I took,  
Thro' all the Creeks of Hell did strictly look,  
Where I might find one Devil that might be  
Assisting to our Hellish Massacre.  
But I am deceived; yet thy Soul must pay  
Me for my Pains, when hence it flies away.   Petre. 

That I give thee, and would have thanked thee too,  
If t' our ruined Plots, thou hadst been true:  
All now are known, and my Assistants are  
Brought to the Rope, submitting to Despair.  
The Birth of the false P— is plainly known;  
That wretched Door to all the Crowd is shown.  
Conscience is pricked, which makes 'em more confess  
Than loaded Hell itself could e're possess.  
Our Massacreing Arms are all dispersed,  
Our Plotting Letters to the World rehearsed:  
Our Crosses, Books and Papers, now we see,  
Are come to a deserved Catastrophe.  
Our friars, Monks and Jesuits, nay all  
The Romish Tribe, will in this Conflict fall:  
And crowded Hell will now so burdened be,  
That so at last, there' l scarce be room for me.   Devil. 

Feed not thyself with such vain Hopes as those,  
To be the first of all I thee have choose:  
In Purgatory Flames think not to burn,  
Where after Death, thou sayst, the Souls return;  
But where thou always must expect to be  
tortured with Flames and viprous Cruelty.  
Come! hast away! we have prepared Quarters  
For Thee and thy Fellow Regulators,  
Nigh Father Garnet, and such Popish-Martyrs.   
FINIS.   

London: Printed 1689.