Then should some cloud pass over The brow of sire or lover, Think 'tis the shade By Victory made Whose wings right o'er us hover!

It was a very good victory. The game was closer than the four to nothing score indicates.

Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.

Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er 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, let us bring; With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our King.

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.

Therefore beauty is the true monument and spoil of the victory of the soul, when she with heavenly influence beareth rule over material and gross nature, and with her light overcometh the darkness of the body.