I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

I do not pilfer victory.

Who does not desire such a victory by which we shall join places in our Kingdom, so far divided by nature, and for which we shall set up trophies in another conquered world?

I have a bitter taste after this victory.

Now I'm going to get the taste of victory more than a couple of times a season.

I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.