Close with a Frenchman, but out-maneuver a Russian.
I am a Norfolk man and Glory in being so.
Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.
Desperate affairs require desperate measures.
The bravest man feels an anxiety 'circa praecordia' as he enters the battle; but he dreads disgrace yet more.
Our Country will, I believe, sooner forgive an Officer for attacking his Enemy than for letting it alone.