Thank God I have done my duty.

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.

Our Country will, I believe, sooner forgive an Officer for attacking his Enemy than for letting it alone.

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.

I am ill every time it blows hard, and nothing but my enthusiastic love for the profession keeps me one hour at sea.

Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by keeping the sea and that his was kept in order and increasing by staying in port; but know he finds, I fancy, if Emperors hear the truth, that his fleet suffers more in a night than ours in one year.

In honour I gained them, and in honour I will die with them.