I Have A Right To

No Captain Can Do Very Wrong If He Places His Ship Alongside That Of The Enemy.

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.

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

Our Country Will, I Believe, Sooner Forgive An Officer For Attacking His Enemy Than For Letting It Alone.