XXII

Under the Temple lay a cave:

Made by some guilty, coward slave,

Whose actions fear’d rebuke, a maze

Of intricate and winding ways,

Not to be found without a clue;

One passage only, known to few,

In paths direct led to a cell

Where Fraud in secret lov’d to dwell,

With all her tools and slaves about her,

Nor fear’d lest honesty should rout her.

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