Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.

Treat every Frenchman as if he was the devil himself.

You must consider every man your enemy who speaks ill of your King, and you must treat every Frenchman as if he were the Devil himself.

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

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

Let me alone: I have yet my legs and one arm. Tell the surgeon to make haste and his instruments. I know I must lose my right arm, so the sooner it's off the better.

Had we taken ten sails, and let the eleventh to escape, being able to get at her, I could never have called it well done.