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

Frigates are the eyes of a fleet.

Time is everything; five minutes make the difference between victory and defeat.

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

I cannot, if I am in the field of glory, be kept out of sight: wherever there is anything to be done, there Providence is sure to direct my steps.

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

The business of the English commander-in-chief being first to bring an enemy fleet to battle on the most advantageous terms to himself, (I mean that of laying his ships close on board the enemy, as expeditiously as possible); and secondly to continue them there until the business is decided.