Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonThe 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 RoscommonAbstruse 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 RoscommonWords are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonInvention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonBeware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonWhat you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonImmodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonThe last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonI will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of RoscommonOur heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.
Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon