Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Tis I that call, remember Milo’s end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
The first great work (a task performed by few) Is that yourself may to yourself be true. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, Will be of serious — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Often try what weight you can support, And what your shoulders are too weak to bear. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature’s frailty may excuse. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
The last loud trumpet’s wondrous sound, Shall thro’ the rending tombs rebound, — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Pride (of all others the most dang’rous fault) Proceeds from want of — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Praise Him, each savage furious beast That on His stores do daily — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon
