Forgive us, Lord, our little faith; And help us all, from morn till e'en,
Still to believe that lot the best Which is, not that which might have been.
- "Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul", Various.
It will be enough, e'en
as much as half a battle, for the men of Erin, when these defend their lord in the battle on the morning of the morrow.
- "The Ancient Irish Epic Tale Táin Bó Cúalnge", Unknown.
Even now, E'en
now 'tis here, that icy hand of horror!
- "The Death of Wallenstein A Play", Frederich Schiller.