The architect
  Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
  And with him toiled his children, and their lives
  Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
  As offerings unto God.
The Golden Legend, Pt.  III.  In the Cathedral.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

ARGUMENT.

  He’d undertake to prove, by force
  Of argument, a man’s no horse. 
  He’d prove a buzzard is no fowl,
  And that a Lord may be an owl,
  A calf an Alderman, a goose a Justice,
  And rooks, Committee-men or Trustees.
Hudibras, Pt.  I. Canto I.  S. BUTLER.

  Reproachful speech from either side
  The want of argument supplied: 
  They rail, reviled; as often ends
  The contests of disputing friends.
Fables:  Sexton and Earth Worm.  J. GAY.

  Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes
  Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
The Temple:  The Church Porch.  C. HERBERT.

                    In argument
  Similes are like songs in love;
  They must describe; they nothing prove.
Alma, Canto III.  M. PRIOR.

  One single positive weighs more,
  You know, than negatives a score.
Epistle to Fleetwood Shepherd.  M. PRIOR.

  Who shall decide, when doctors disagree,
  And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Moral Essays, Epistle III.  A. POPE.

ARISTOCRACY.

  How vain are all hereditary honors,
  Those poor possessions from another’s deeds.
Parricide.  J. SHIRLEY.

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
The Bastard.  R. SAVAGE.

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,
But leave us still our old nobility.
England’s Trust, Pt.  III.  LORD J. MANNERS.

                 Whoe’er amidst the sons
  Of reason, valor, liberty, and virtue,
  Displays distinguished merit, is a noble
  Of Nature’s own creating.
Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3.  J. THOMSON.

Fond man! though all the heroes of your line
Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine
In proud display; yet take this truth from me—­
Virtue alone is true nobility!  Satire VIII.  JUVENAL. Trans. of GIFFORD.

  Boast not the titles of your ancestors, brave youth! 
  They’re their possessions, none of yours.
Catiline.  B. JONSON.

               Nobler is a limited command
  Given by the love of all your native land,
  Than a successive title, long and dark,
  Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah’s ark.
Absalom and Achitophel, I.  J. DRYDEN.

  As though there were a tie,
  And obligation to posterity! 
  We get them, bear them, breed and nurse. 
  What has posterity done for us,
  That we, lest they their rights should lose,
  Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?
McFingal, Canto II J. TRUMBULL.