|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Great things thro greatest hazards are achievd,|
And then they shine.
Beaumont and FletcherLoyal Subject. Act I. Sc. 5.
|He who surpasses or subdues mankind,|
Must look down on the hate of those below.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 45.
| Jus belli, ut qui vicissent, iis quos vicissent, quemadmodum vellent, imperarent.|
It is the right of war for conquerors to treat those whom they have conquered according to their pleasure.
CæsarBellum Gallicum. I. 36.
|In hoc signo vinces.|
Conquer by this sign.
Constantine the Great, after his defeat of Maxentius, at Saxe Rubra, Oct. 27, 312.
|A vaincre sans péril on triomphe sans gloire.|
We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.
CorneilleLe Cid. II. 2.
|Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die.|
John HomeDouglas. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 100.
|Sai, che piegar si vede|
Il docile arboscello,
Che vince allor che cede
Dei turbini al furor.
Know that the slender shrub which is seen to bend, conquers when it yields to the storm.
MetastasioIl Trionfo di Clelia. I. 8.
|Cede repugnanti; cedendo victor abibis.|
Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer.
OvidArs Amatoria. II. 197.
|Male vincetis, sed vincite.|
You will hardly conquer, but conquer you must.
OvidMetamorphoses. IX. 509.
Conquered, we conquer.
PlautusCasina. Act I. 1.
|Victor victorum cluet.|
He is hailed a conqueror of conquerors.
PlautusTrinummus. Act II. 2.
| Shall they hoist me up,|
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 55.
|Brave conquerors! for so you are|
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the worlds desires.
Loves Labours Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.
|I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life,|
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the victors for whom the resounding acclaim
Of nations was lifted in chorus whose brows wore the chaplet of fame,
But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart,
Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
W. W. StoryIo Victis.
|Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria.|
He conquers twice who conquers himself in victory.