Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon

Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon

English Poet and Scholar

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Men still had faults, and men will have them still; he that hath none, and lives as angels do, must be an angel.

Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe.

Often try what weight you can support, and what your shoulders are too weak to bear.

Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

Words once spoke can never be recall'd.

Praise Him, each savage furious beast that on His stores do daily feast; and you tame slaves, of the laborious plough, your weary knees to your Creator bow.

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.

Pride, of all others the most dangerous fault, proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

A bachelor is a guy who never made the same mistake once.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express with painful care, but seeming easiness; for truth shines brightest thro? the plainest dress.

The first great work (a task performed by few) is that yourself may to yourself be true.

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

The last loud trumpet?s wondrous sound, shall thro? the rending tombs rebound, and wake the nations underground.

But words once spoke can never be recall?d.

The men, who labor 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.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, conspire to censure and expose our age.

Clouds dissolved the thirsty ground supply.

Those things which now seem frivolous and slight, will be of serious consequence to you, when they have made you once ridiculous.

Constant quiet fills my peaceful breast with unmixed joy.

Thou whom avenging pow?rs obey, cancel my debt (too great to pay) before the sad accounting day.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

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English Poet and Scholar