{ A sanctuary was opened in his court,
{ Where glad offenders safely might resort.
Great was the crowd, and wonderous the success,
For those were fruitful times of wickedness;
And all that lived obnoxious to the laws,
Flocked to prince Tarquin, and embraced his cause.
'Mongst these a pagan priest for refuge fled;
A prophet deep in godly faction read;[80]
A sycophant, that knew the modish way
To cant and plot, to flatter and betray,