There Can Be No Place

Thank God I Have Done My Duty. Drink, Drink. Fan, Fan. Rub, Rub. Kiss Me, Hardy.

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

Duty Is The Great Business Of A Sea Officer; All Private Considerations Must Give Way To It, However Painful It May Be.

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

I Cannot, If I Am In The Field Of Glory, Be Kept Out Of Sight: Wherever There Is Anything To Be Done, There Providence Is Sure To Direct My Steps.