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

Duty is the great business of a sea officer; all private considerations must give way to it, however painful it may be.

England expects that every man will do his duty.

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.

I will dine nowhere without your consent although with my present feelings I might be trusted with fifty virgins naked in a dark room.

England expects every man to do his duty

My greatest happiness is to serve my gracious King and Country and I am envious only of glory; for if it be a sin to covet glory I am the most offending soul alive.