Round them, nefarious agents spread the wing,
And o'er unconscious youth their poisons fling.
Polluted dens of infamy they throng,
With painted vice, to raise the Syren-song;
With specious arts subdue th' unwary mind,
Close their limed web, their feeble victims bind.
Fictitious debts, false oaths, undue arrests,
Crowd the wrong'd prison with illegal guests.
Immur'd from friendship's aid, unnerv'd by grief,
Hopeless of justice—no disclos'd relief.—