Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.
To do nothing was disgraceful; therefore I made use of my understanding.
Thank God I have done my duty. Drink, drink. Fan, fan. Rub, rub. Kiss me, Hardy.
The bravest man feels an anxiety 'circa praecordia' as he enters the battle; but he dreads disgrace yet more.
What the country needs is the annihilation of the enemy.
Frigates are the eyes of a fleet.