To doubt what they believed could only be ascribed to arrant folly or to wickedness.
"The Hero" by William Somerset Maugham
That Anthony Cleigh should be seeking a string of glass beads seemed arrant nonsense.
"The Pagan Madonna" by Harold MacGrath
I'll ride along an' do my arrants.
"Reels and Spindles" by Evelyn Raymond
We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.
"Hamlet" by William Shakespeare
Solicitor might be proved a scoundrel, for at heart all lawyers were arrant rogues; in which case matters would be still worse.
"A Book About Lawyers" by John Cordy Jeaffreson
I don't know what your arrant is, an' I don't need to know, but here's good luck on it!
"Judith Lynn" by Annie Hamilton Donnell
You maintain the Queen's title with the help of an arrant heretic, Tyndale.
"Robin Tremayne" by Emily Sarah Holt
Both arms wildly sawing the air, Ike shivered and shrank like the arrant craven he was at heart.
"Ralph on the Overland Express" by Allen Chapman
The man was Villiers Wyckliffe, and there was anything but a pleasant look on his face, for at heart he was an arrant coward.
"Australia Revenged" by Boomerang
Most of the rest, however, were arrant cowards.
"Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer" by Cyrus Townsend Brady
The marshal in his saddle sat,
His daughter at his knee;
"I go to fetch that arrant witch,
Thy fair playmate," quoth he.
"The Witch of Wenham" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Thou arrant robber, Death!
Couldst thou not find
Some lesser one than he
To rob of breath,--
Some poorer mind
Thy prey to be?
"On The Death Of W. C." by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Come, clear thy studious looks awhile,
'T is arrant treason now
To wear that moping brow,
When I, thy empress, bid thee smile.
"To Mr. Barbauld" by Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld
So let them scatter, jangled in Duress.
What reckons Love of Hairpins more or less?
Guard well your Heart and let the Hairpins go -
To lose your Heart were arrant Carelessness.
"The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr." by Wallace Irwin
Not to care when things go wrong,
Not to care when ill Rises up to check your song,
And your heart to chill That were foolishness indeed Of an arrant sort. Nothing is too slight to heed
On the way to port.
""Don't Care" And "Never Mind"" by John Kendrick Bangs
Quoth he, If you will give me leave
To tell you what I now perceive,
You'll find yourself an arrant chouse,
If y' were but at a Meeting-House. — 'Tis true, quoth he, we ne'er come there,
Because, w' have let 'em out by th' year.
"Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I" by Samuel Butler