Or was the scoffer himself the fool?
"The World Beyond" by Raymond King Cummings
The arms he carried with him now, he said, were to be used against these scoffers, that they might never again behave like asses.
"The Story of Don Quixote" by Arvid Paulson, Clayton Edwards, and Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
And before Sunny could challenge the two scoffers, his harsh voice filled the room again.
"The Twins of Suffering Creek" by Ridgwell Cullum
These scoffers propose to discontinue the habit of swearing.
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
Whan they were agreedde, what he shuld haue for his labour, the scoffer sayde to the man: holde!
"Shakespeare Jest-Books;" by Unknown
Not even the ancient Parchment convinced the scoffers, but Sabbatai took note of it as little as they.
"Dreamers of the Ghetto" by I. Zangwill
There were scoffers who tried to find something here for their easy wit.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science, November, 1930" by Various
Why "Made" scoffers could never understand, for it required precisely the same treatment as other starches.
"Jan and Her Job" by L. Allen Harker
Scoffers said they were drunk, and they acted like madmen.
"Arrows of Freethought" by George W. Foote
Great men are not scoffers.
"Life and Literature" by J. Purver Richardson
Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is raised to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
"Psalm 12" by Isaac Watts
But in scorn the heathen scoffer
Answered: "I disdain thine offer;
Neither fear I God nor Devil;
Thee and thy Gospel I defy!"
"Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XI. -- Bishop Sigurd At " by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Give me joy that in his name
I can bear, with patient frame,
All these vain ones offer;
While for them He suffereth long,
Shall I answer wrong with wrong,
Scoffing with the scoffer?
"Barclay Of Ury" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Beyond the House of Mammon there is no need to go,
And other fanes are shadow, whose figments melt and flow.
Grown weary of the service, no scoffer long derides,
For past the veils and darkness, a very god abides….
"The Common Cult" by George Sterling
Though bitter sneers and stinging scorns
Did throng the muse's dangerous way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
"To John Milton" by John Clare
To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!
"Cassandra Southwick" by John Greenleaf Whittier