be worsted

According to Mill, we are little self-dependent gods, fighting with a malignant and murderous power called Nature, sure, one would think, to be worsted in the struggle.

God is love, God is our Father, we are His children; therefore the darkest clouds will break, and though right be worsted, wrong shall not triumph.

In the struggle which must come, simple Gabrielle would be worsted.

Unless he grappled with the situation without delay, he would assuredly be worsted.

But to see him adoring this other—that was to be worsted on the merits—not merely to be impossible, but to be undesired.