One in whom persuasion and belief
  Had ripened into faith, and faith become
  A passionate intuition.
The Excursion, B. VII.  W. WORDSWORTH.

  Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of Death,
  To break the shock blind nature cannot shun,
  And lands Thought smoothly on the further shore.
Night Thoughts, Night IV.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  A bending staff I would not break,
  A feeble faith I would not shake,
  Nor even rashly pluck away
  The error which some truth may stay,
  Whose loss might leave the soul without
  A shield against the shafts of doubt.
Questions of Life.  J.G.  WHITTIER.

  I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
    And gather dust and chaff, and call
    To what I feel is Lord of all,
  And faintly trust the larger hope.
In Memoriam, LIV.  A. TENNYSON.

  The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud and flame,
  Through parted sea and desert waste, that Power is still the Same;
  He fails not—­He—­the loyal hearts that firm on Him rely;
  So put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry.[A]
Oliver’s Advice.  COLONEL W. BLACKER.

[Footnote A:  Cromwell, once when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enemy, concluded an address with these words:  “Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry.”]

  If faith produce no works, I see
  That faith is not a living tree. 
  Thus faith and works together grow;
  No separate life they e’er can know: 
  They’re soul and body, hand and heart: 
  What God hath joined, let no man part.
Dan and Jane.  H. MORE.

  Whose faith has centre everywhere,
  Nor cares to fix itself to form.
In Memoriam, XXXIII.  A. TENNYSON.

  But who with filial confidence inspired,
  Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
  And smiling say, My Father made them all.
The Task, Bk.  V. Winter Morning Walk.  W. COWPER.

FALSEHOOD.

I give him joy that’s awkward at a lie. Night Thoughts, Night VIII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
  I’ll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
King Henry IV., Pt.  I. Act v.  Sc. 4..  SHAKESPEARE.

’Tis as easy as lying. Hamlet, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Some truth there was, but dashed and brewed with lies,
  To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Absalom and Achitophel.  J. DRYDEN.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright—­
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
The Grandmother.  A. TENNYSON.

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the speaker.
School and Schoolfellows.  W.M.  PRAED.