A Ship's A Fool To

I Believe My Arrival Was Most Welcome, Not Only To The Commander Of The Fleet But Almost To Every Individual In It.

The Bravest Man Feels An Anxiety 'circa Praecordia' As He Enters The Battle; But He Dreads Disgrace Yet More.

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

My Character And Good Name Are In My Own Keeping. Life With Disgrace Is Dreadful. A Glorious Death Is To Be Envied.

My Greatest Happiness Is To Serve My Gracious King And Country And I Am Envious Only Of Glory; For If It Be A Sin To Covet Glory I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.