Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel. 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 resurrectionlastssound 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 careshiningdresses 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 punishmentendsremember 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 costhe-manmen Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon judgmentinventionresults Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon inspiredragespirit What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon changemay Sound judgment is the ground of writing well. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon judgmentsoundwriting Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon ridiculousseriousmade Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon tortured-soulsgriefsoul Often try what weight you can support, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon supportexercisetrying Whatsoever contradicts my sense, Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon i-hatehatebelieve Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon fadingformerhero Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon uniformspiecesfiction The multitude is always wrong. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon always-wrongmultitudes 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 excusemistakemay Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon defencemodestywant Truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress. Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon shiningtruthdresses
