Better trust all, and be deceived,

And weep that trust and that deceiving,

Than doubt one heart, that if believed

Had blessed one's life with true believing.

Wendell Phillips (1811-1884): Faith.

Happy he

With such a mother! faith in womankind

Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high

Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall,

He shall not blind his soul with clay.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part vii. Line 308.

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!

Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!"

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Henry Clay (1777-1852): The Star-Spangled Banner.

First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;

If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.

But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,

Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.

Aaron Hill (1685-1750): Zara. Epilogue.

Friendship is constant in all other things

Save in the office and affairs of love:

Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;

Let every eye negotiate for itself

And trust no agent.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act, act in the living present!

Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): A Psalm of Life.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;

I pray for no man but myself;

Grant I may never prove so fond,

To trust man on his oath or bond.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.

Oh yet we trust that somehow good

Will be the final goal of ill.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan which moves

To that mysterious realm where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave

Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): Thanatopsis.

Even such is time, that takes in trust

Our youth, our joys, our all we have,

And pays us but with age and dust;

Who in the dark and silent grave,

When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the story of our days.

But from this earth, this grave, this dust,

My God shall raise me up, I trust!

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618): Written the night before his death.—Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.

Woman's faith and woman's trust,

Write the characters in dust.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): The Betrothed. Chap. xx.