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

Thank God I have done my duty.

Something must be left to chance; nothing is certain in a sea fight

In Sea affairs, nothing is impossible, and nothing is improbable.

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

A ship's a fool to fight a fort.

I owe all my success in life to having been always a quarter of an hour before my time.