Thus perish the miserable inventions of the wretched runners for a wretched cause, which they have fly-blown into every weak and rotten part of the country, in vain hopes, that, when their maggots had taken wing, their importunate buzzing might sound something like the public voice!
Edmund Burke: “Thus perish the miserable inventions of the wretched runners for a wretched cause, which they have fly-blown into every…”
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Burke condemns the falsehoods spread by those supporting a failing cause, emphasizing their ineffectiveness.
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