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 Faults Copy Share Image
Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Death Copy Share Image
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 Consequence Copy Share Image
Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Breasts Copy Share Image
We weep and laugh, as we see others do. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Inspirational Copy Share Image
Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Decency Copy Share Image
... truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Dresses Copy Share Image
I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Excuse Copy Share Image
Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Ends Copy Share Image
The multitude is always wrong. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Always wrong Copy Share Image
Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Innovation Copy Share Image
Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Believe Copy Share Image
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 Lasts Copy Share Image
Often try what weight you can support, And what your shoulders are too weak to bear. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Bears Copy Share Image
Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Faults Copy Share Image
Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an… — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Angel Copy Share Image
What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Change Copy Share Image
Choose an author as you would a friend. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Books Copy Share Image
Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Fading Copy Share Image
You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Inspirational Copy Share Image
The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Age Copy Share Image
Sound judgment is the ground of writing well. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Authorship Copy Share Image
Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Fiction Copy Share Image
The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly… — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Authorship Copy Share Image
The first great work (a task performed by few) Is that yourself may to yourself be true. — Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon Being true Copy Share Image
