In the first sense, sir, the charge is too trifling to be confuted, and deserves only to be mentioned, that it may be despised.
"The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 10." by Samuel Johnson
As no accusation could be more efficacious to inflame the people, so none, my lords, could with more difficulty be confuted.
"The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 11." by Samuel Johnson
Mr. M'Lean said, he had a confutation of Bayle, by Leibnitz.
"Life Of Johnson, Volume 5" by Boswell
Then the decision was announced, and in case this was affirmative, the grounds of the negative were confuted.
"Beacon Lights of History, Volume V" by John Lord
Arrogance is removed by confutation; and Socrates was the first who practised this.
"A Selection from the Discourses of Epictetus With the Encheiridion" by Epictetus
Erasmus can do nothing but cavil and flout, he cannot confute.
"Coleridge's Literary Remains, Volume 4." by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It has no means of testing and confuting even the wildest and maddest assertions.
"Pragmatism" by D.L. Murray
When they were not able to confute their Antagonist, they knock'd him down.
"The Spectator, Volume 2." by Addison and Steele
You easily see this is but a shallow Argument, and may be soon confuted.
"The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3" by Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
But there are scores of arguments that would confute and overwhelm this somewhat gloomy view.
"Letters of Travel (1892-1913)" by Rudyard Kipling
Wouldst thou in knowledge true advance
And gather learning's fruit,
In love confess thy ignorance,
And thy Self-love confute.
"After Thomas Kempis" by George MacDonald
Ag. Now, me thinks, I could confute a Colledge of Divines,
A Synod of Doctors, a Lycaeum of Philosophers;
Yet me thinkes my braines are not right,
And somewhat too weake to maintaine a paradox.
"Rhodon And Iris. Act II" by Ralph Knevet
O sweet contest, of woes
With loves, of tears with smiles disputing!
O fair and friendly foes,
Each other kissing and confuting!
While rain and sunshine, cheeks and eyes,
Close in kind contrarieties.
"Saint Mar Magdelene; or, The Weeper" by Richard Crashaw
I think I almost understand
Thy owl, his muffled swiftness, moon-round eyes, and intoned hooting;
I think I could take up the part of a night-owl in the land,
With yellow moon and starry things day-dreamers all confuting.
"The Sparrow" by George MacDonald
"You, madam, are the eternal humorist,
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!
With your aid indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute—"
And—"Are we then so serious?"
"Conversation Galante" by T S Eliot