O Powerful Victory, by men desir'd, With adverse breasts to dreadful fury fir'd, Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell Contending rage, and molestation fell: 'Tis thine in battle to confer the crown, The victor's prize, the mark of sweet renown; For thou rul'st all things, Victory divine! And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine. Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless, With sparkling eye, elated with success; May deeds illustrious thy protection claim, And find, led on by thee immortal Fame.