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| The smile of God is victory. Whittier. | 1 |
| I came, saw, and overcame. Shakespeare. | 2 |
| Theres a lean fellow beats all conquerors. Dekker. | 3 |
| Victory or Westminster Abbey. Nelson. | 4 |
| How beautiful is victory, but how dear! Boufflers. | 5 |
| Victory belongs to the most persevering. Napoleon I. | 6 |
| I love victory, but I love not triumph. Madame Swetchine. | 7 |
| And either victory, or else a grave. Shakespeare. | 8 |
| To whom God will, there be the victory! Shakespeare. | 9 |
| Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances. Scott. | 10 |
| God on our side, doubt not of victory. Shakespeare. | 11 |
| | Thus far our fortune keeps upward course, |
| And we are gracd with wreaths of victory. |
Shakespeare. | 12 |
| A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers. Shakespeare. | 13 |
| We have met the enemy and they are ours. Oliver Hazard Perry. | 14 |
| They see nothing wrong in the rule, that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy. W. L. Marcy. | 15 |
| | Then with the losers let it sympathize; |
| For nothing can seem foul to those that win. |
Shakespeare. | 16 |
| | Who overcomes |
| By force, hath overcome but half his foe. |
Milton. | 17 |
| | But if |
| We have such another victory, we are undone. |
Attributed to Pyrrhus, by Bacon. | 18 |
| Victory, with advantage, is rather robbed than purchased. Sir P. Sidney. | 19 |
| In victory, the hero seeks the glory, not the prey. Sir P. Sidney. | 20 |
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| A victory won over self, is the only victory acceptable to God. Chas. Noel Douglas. | 21 |
| | Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, |
| Oer a the ills o life victorious. |
Burns. | 22 |
| Victory follows me, and all things follow victory. Scudéri. | 23 |
| Whether in chains or in laurels, liberty knows nothing but victories. Wendell Phillips. | 24 |
| It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle. Sir Walter Scott. | 25 |
| It is the contest that delights us, and not the victory. Pascal. | 26 |
| | We conquered France, but felt our captives charms, |
| Her art victorious triumphd oer our arms. |
Pope. | 27 |
| | Now the time is come, |
| That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, |
| And let her head fall into Englands lap. |
Shakespeare. | 28 |
| Pursue not a victory too far. He hath conquered well that hath made his enemy fly; thou mayest beat him to a desperate resistance, which may ruin thee. George Herbert. | 29 |
| Victories that are cheap are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting. Beecher. | 30 |
| But what good came of it at last? quoth little Peterkin. Why, that I cannot tell, said he; but twas a famous victory. Southey. | 31 |
| | There is a tear for all that die, |
| A mourner oer the humblest grave; |
| But nations swell the funeral cry, |
| And Triumph weeps above the brave. |
Byron. | 32 |
| | Then should some cloud pass over |
| The brow of sire or lover, |
| Think tis the shade |
| By Victory made |
| Whose wings right oer us hover! |
Moore. | 33 |
| | With dying hand, above his head, |
| He shook the fragment of his blade, |
| And shouted Victory! |
| Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley on! |
| Were the last words of Marmion. |
Scott. | 34 |
| | Not one of all the purple host |
| Who took the flag to-day |
| Can tell the definition |
| So clear of victory. |
| As he, defeated, dying, |
| On whose forbidden ear |
| The distant strains of triumph |
| Streak agonized and clear. |
Emily Dickinson. | 35 |
| | Out spoke the victor then, |
| As he haild them oer the wave, |
| Ye are brothers! ye are men! |
| And we conquer but to save; |
| So peace instead of death let us bring; |
| But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, |
| With the crews, at Englands feet, |
| And make submission meet |
| To our King. |
Campbell. | 36 |
| | It was the English, Kaspar cried, |
| Who put the French to rout; |
| But what they killd each other for, |
| I could not well make out. |
| But every body said, quoth he, |
| That twas a famous victory. |
| They say it was a shocking sight |
| After the field was won; |
| For many thousand bodies here |
| Lay rotting in the sun: |
| But things like that, you know, must be |
| After a famous victory. |
Southey. | 37 |
| He went down to the school with a glimmering of another lesson in his heart,the lesson that he who has conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole outward world. Thomas Hughes. | 38 |
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