Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon More Quotes by Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon More Quotes From Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon 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 resurrection lasts sound Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon care shining dresses Choose an author as you would a friend. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon library Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon punishment ends remember The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon cost he-man men Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon judgment invention results Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon inspired rage spirit 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 may Sound judgment is the ground of writing well. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon judgment sound writing Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon ridiculous serious made Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon tortured-souls grief soul Often try what weight you can support, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon support exercise trying Whatsoever contradicts my sense, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon i-hate hate believe Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon fading former hero Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon uniforms pieces fiction The multitude is always wrong. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon always-wrong multitudes Words once spoken can never be recalled. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon gossip I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon excuse mistake may Truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon shining truth dresses The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon pulpit criticism age
