You never bade me hope, tis true; I asked you not to swear: But I looked in those eyes of blue, And read a promise there. Gerald GriffinYou Never Bade Me Hope.
And be these juggling fiends no more believd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 19.