Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet,
Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.
_The Unattained_. E.O. SMITH.
At a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior, famousèd for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the books of honor razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
_Sonnet XXV_. SHAKESPEARE.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.
And what is else not to be overcome.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.
Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
_Othello, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
They never fail who die
In a great cause.
_Marino Faliero, Act ii. Sc. 2_. LORD BYRON.