Some cursed fraudOf enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,And me with thee hath ruined.
That stone,Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
Hail, horrors, hail,Infernal world! and thou profoundest hell,Receive thy new possessor.
By merit raisedTo that bad eminence.
Far off his coming shone.
The evening star, Love's harbinger.
No man shall set up his own iniquity as a defence any more than as a cause of action.
Secrecy is a mark of Fraud.
Fraud is sometimes mere matter of fact, and sometimes the conclusion of law from facts.
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