Fraudful

From this curſt hour, the fraudful dame / Of ſacred Truth uſurps the name, / And, vvith a vile, perfidious mind, / Roams far and near, to chat mankind; / Falſe ſighs ſuborns, and artful tears, / And ſtarts vvith vain pretended fears; […]

[C]hildren, ſervants, are falſe, fraudful, foul, if the miſanthropic man, who is father and maſter, lets fall among them, in his outbreaks of paſſion, his opinion that they are ſo.