Let thy pure breath revive the extinguished Lies!

Mistakes, Mis-statements, now so oft o’erthrown,

Rebuild, and prop with nonsense of thy own!

Pervert our meaning, and misquote our text—

And furnish us a motto for the next!

ODE TO LORD MOIRA.

I.

If on your head[[62]] some vengeance fell,

Moira, for every tale you tell,