Thank God I have done my duty.

Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.

Desperate affairs require desperate measures.

I will dine nowhere without your consent although with my present feelings I might be trusted with fifty virgins naked in a dark room.

Had we taken ten sails, and let the eleventh to escape, being able to get at her, I could never have called it well done.

Duty is the great business of a sea officer; all private considerations must give way to it, however painful it may be.

Whoever gains the palm by merit, let him hold it.