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,