Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.
Thank God I have done my duty. Drink, drink. Fan, fan. Rub, rub. Kiss me, Hardy.
Something must be left to chance; nothing is certain in a sea fight
Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.
Now I can do no more. We must trust to the Great Disposer of all events and the justice of our cause. I thank God for this opportunity of doing my duty.
Time is everything; five minutes make the difference between victory and defeat.