Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.

I am of the opinion that the boldest measures are the safest.

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

My love is founded on esteem, the only foundation that can make the passion last.

Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.

I have only one eye, I have a right to be blind sometimes... I really do not see the signal!

The bravest man feels an anxiety 'circa praecordia' as he enters the battle; but he dreads disgrace yet more.