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Tho' sense may say, I long to taste
The delicates at vice's feast,
We must beware, or read our fate,
The Hook's conceal'd beneath the Bait.
VI
Were sin appearing to our view,
In her own robes of blackest hue,
The mind would fill with such a dread,
We scarce could do a wicked deed
VII
But, ah! she comes in-deep disguise,
And takes her victims by surprise;
In proof of this I forward bring,
What's mention'd by a famous King.
