Thank God I Have Done My Duty.

Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.

Close With A Frenchman, But Out-maneuver A Russian.

England Expects Every Man To Do His Duty

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.