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Irish poet 1637-1685

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Wentworth Dillon, 4th Earl of Roscommon (c. 1633 – 18 January 1685), English poet, was born in Ireland about 1630. He was a nephew of Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford, and was educated partly under a tutor at his uncle's seat in Yorkshire, partly at Caen in Normandy and partly at Rome.

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Alternative Names: Earl of Roscommon

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The multitude is always in the wrong.

Take pains the genuine meaning to explore,
There sweat, there strain, tug the laborious oar;
Search every comment that your care can find,
Some here, some there, may hit the poet's mind.

Hail mighty Maro! may that sacred name
Kindle my breast with thy celestial flame;
Sublime ideas and apt words infuse,
The Muse instruct my voice, and thou inspire the Muse!

Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.

Then, seek a poet who your way does bend,
And choose an author as you choose a friend;
United by this sympathetic bond,
You grow familiar, intimate and fond;
Your thoughts, your words, your styles, your souls agree,
No longer his interpreter, but he.

Remember Milo's end,
Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.