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.