=Verse.=

Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme.

1996 POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings.

1997 RICHARD GIFFORD: _Contemplation._

=Vice.=

There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

1998 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.

1999 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 760.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

2000 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 217.

=Victory.=

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.

2001 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

"But what good came of it at last?"

Quoth little Peterkin.

"Why, that I cannot tell," said he; "But 'twas a famous victory."

2002 ROBERT SOUTHEY: _Battle of Blenheim._

=Village.=

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.

2003 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._

Suburban villas, highway-side retreats, That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets, Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze With all a July sun's collected rays, Delight the citizen, who gasping there, Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air.

2004 COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 481.

=Villain.=

Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him I may avoid him.

2005 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Vine.=

Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!

2006 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

=Violet.=

A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.

2007 WORDSWORTH: _She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways._

Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

2008 SHELLEY: _Music, When Soft Voices Die._

What thought is folded in thy leaves!

What tender thought, what speechless pain!

I hold thy faded lips to mine, Thou darling of the April rain!

2009 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: _The Faded Violet._

=Virtue.=

Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.

2010 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

2011 SHAKS.: _Henry III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

2012 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt; Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.

2013 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 589.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed, What then? Is the reward of virtue bread?

2014 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 149.

=Vision.=

And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.

2015 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453.

=Voice.=

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.

2016 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Vows.=