|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| The greatest trust between man and man is the trust of giving counsel.|
BaconEssays. Of Counsel.
|Build a little fence of trust|
Fill the space with loving work,
And therein stay;
Look not through the sheltering bars
God will help thee bear what comes
Of joy or sorrow.
Mary Frances ButtsTrust.
|Who would not rather trust and be deceived?|
Eliza CookLove On.
|Trust in God, and keep your powder dry.|
Cromwell. See BlackerCol. Olivers Advice. In Ballads of Ireland. I. 191.
|A little trust that when we die|
We reap our sowing, and soGood-bye.
George B. DuMaurierTrilby. Inscribed on his Memorial Tablet, Hampstead Churchyard.
| Dear, I trusted you|
As holy men trust God. You could do naught
That was not pure and lovingthough the deed
Might pierce me unto death.
George EliotThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
| Trust men, and they will be true to you; treat them greatly, and they will show themselves great.|
EmersonEssays. On Prudence.
| I too|
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
HomerIliad. Bk. XVII. L. 622. Bryants trans.
|Thou trustest in the staff of this broken reed.|
Isaiah. XXXVI. 6.
|O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!|
Like the beloved John
To lay his head upon the Saviours breast,
And thus to journey on!
LongfellowHymn. St. 5.
| To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.|
George MacDonaldThe Marquis of Lossie. Ch. IV.
|That, in tracing the shade, I shall find out the sun,|
Trust to me!
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 15.
| Eyes to the blind|
Thou art, O God! Earth I no longer see,
Yet trustfully my spirit looks to thee.
Alice Bradley NealBlind. Pt. II.
|You may trust him in the dark.|
Roman proverb cited by Cicero.
| I well believe|
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 114.
|Let every eye negotiate for itself,|
And trust no agent.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 185.
|My life upon her faith!|
Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 295.
|I am sorry I must never trust thee more,|
But count the world a stranger for thy sake:
The private wound is deepest.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 69.