The vanquished soldiers did not retreat.

We come not hither with the sword to rend / your Libyan homes, and shoreward drive the prey. / Nay, no such violence our thoughts intend, / such pride suits not the vanquished."

Make me vanquisher of all the nations; build me a chariot bearing me in triumph all the way to Thebes: I will consider myself a mere man, when I am all around hailed as a god.

We must vanquish our opponents.

These, stationed at the gates, with naked glaive, / shoulder to shoulder, guard the pass below. / Hearts leap afresh the royal halls to save, / and cheer our vanquished friends and reinspire the brave.

After a war, always, the victorious side is right and the vanquished side is wrong.

Lo, Panthus, flying from the Grecian bands, / Panthus, the son of Othrys, Phoebus' seer, / bearing the sacred vessels in his hands, / and vanquished home-gods, to the door draws near, / his grandchild clinging to his side in fear.

Arms – bring me arms! Troy's dying moments call / the vanquished. Give me to the Greeks. Once more / let me revive the battle; ne'er shall all / die unrevenged this day, nor tamely meet their fall."

It is not for the vanquished to talk of war.

Nor hath vengeance found / none save the Trojans; there the victors groan, / and valour fires the vanquished. All around / wailings, and wild affright and shapes of death abound.