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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Jesuits Lamentation;
OR,
The Downfall of The Whore of BABYL[ON]
To the Tune of, Russels Farewell.

WHat damn'd confounded fate is this
Has check'd our hopeful Cause,
Nor would Dispensing Pow'r do:
Confound those Penal Laws.
Those Props and Friends to Heresie
That raise their Strumpet high;
And all in spight of Romes fair Charms
Our brighter Spouse defie.

Or those who they, their Bishops call,
Had long e're this been sent
Into the Mansions of the Deep,
It was the Wise Intent
Of our Indulgent Fathers, who
Did in the Vinyard sweat:
Nay HELL to their Assistance call'd
To hedge in their Old Debt.

The Abbey-Lands, from us purloyn'd,
Which is our due Entail,
Tho all Ignatian Arts we us'd,
It seems we can't prevail.
Our Church [?] Trappins drest,
And with Delusions deckt,
Is much admir'd in Foreign Parts,
But here gains no Respect.

A Curse upon that Monarch's Pride
That first our Church declin'd,
And likewise on that cunning Rat
Who Penal Laws design'd.
Now we are basely forc'd to sneak
That held our Heads so high,
And all the Refuge that we have
Is to For-swear and Lie.

Our Priests are gone that Fate to shun
Which hover'd or're their Heads;
Their Relicks they demolisht all,
And wisely burnt their Beads.
But these that here are stopt behind
May swing for all the rest,
Tho had they all got quite away
It would have spoil'd the Jest.

Then let us mourn these Father's Fates
Which Ketch (that bloody Cur)
Begins the deadly round again,
Nor can the Fates demur.
For in the Popish Plot we saw
Our Saints no Aid could lend,
No Miracles their Lives could save,
Or these poor Souls befriend.

Yet we are sure they Martyrs dy'd
For Romes Beloved Cause,
To Satisfie the Bloody Thirst
Of their damn'd Penal Laws.
Those Laws which do our Pope run down
And makes our Priests to flie,
And brings down low the Tripple Crown
Which once was mounted high.


London, Printed and Sold by J. Wallis[,]
in White-Friars.

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