Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share
Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, Will be of serious consequence to you, When they have made you once ridiculous. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
... truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Often try what weight you can support, And what your shoulders are too weak to bear. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Copy Share
