Frigates are the eyes of a fleet.

England expects that every man will do his duty.

Thank God I have done my duty. Drink, drink. Fan, fan. Rub, rub. Kiss me, Hardy.

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

I could not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a saving sense of humor.

Close with a Frenchman, but out-maneuver a Russian.

First gain the victory and then make the best use of it you can.