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ARBITRATION-ARBITRATOR. This might have been prevented, and made whole, With very easy arguments of love, Which now the manage of two kingdoms met With fearful bloody issue arbitrate. Shakspere. But now the arbitrator of despair, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
Shakspere. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, time, Will one day end it.
Though heaven be shut,
Milton. For noonday's heat are closer arbours made, And for fresh evening air the opener glade.-Dryden.
ARCADE-ARCH. The nations of the field and wood Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand.- Pope. Load some vain church with old theatric state, Turn arcs of triumph to a garden gate; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patched dog-hole eked with ends of wall.
Or call the winds through long arcades to roar,
Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Gates of monarchs Are arched so high, that giants may get through.
His form had yet not lost
'Tis sure the archangel's trump I hearNature's great passing-bell, the only call Of God, that will be heard by all.
THE hasty multitude Admiring entered, and the work some praise, And some the architect: his hand was known In heaven, by many a towering structure high, Where sceptred angels held their residence, And sat as princes.
Our fathers next in architecture skill'd,
ARGOSY. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or as it were the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers. Shakspere. Look, where yon argosy, which late did set
Forth in the sunshine, with a favouring breeze, Now, in the darkness, by rude rocks beset,
Drives here and there upon the roaring seas: Thus are man's ventures; ever thus shall be, Full: often wrecked his hopes, like stately argosy.
Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!
Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters,
To trembling clients be your mediators: For me I fear not arguments a straw, Since that my case is past the help of law.-Shakspere.
But all 's not true that supposition saith,
Sad task! yet argument
For arguments, like children, should be like
Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free;
Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. Why should I feel another man's mistakes,
More than his sicknesses or poverty?
He'd undertake to prove, by force
And rooks committee-men and trustees.--Butler.
And Phæbus 'gins arise,
On chaliced flowers that lies;
To ope their golden eyes;
Dryden, from Virgil.
In doing nought thy hour of life away;
power to keep.
O God thy arm was here!
With plain heroic magnitude of mind,
The whole division that to Mars pertains,
Hide me ye forests in your closest bowers,
Fairfax. In every heart Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war; Occasion needs but fan them and they blaze. Cain had already shed a brother's blood; The deluge washed it out, but left unquenched The seeds of murder in the breast of man. Soon by a righteous judgment in the line Of his descending progeny, was found