I Have A Right To

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

I Could Not Tread These Perilous Paths In Safety, If I Did Not Keep A Saving Sense Of Humor.

In Honour I Gained Them, And In Honour I Will Die With Them.

There Can Be No Place For Self Entirely

Something Must Be Left To Chance; Nothing Is Certain In A Sea Fight