Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
If fortune torments me, hope contents me.
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow
Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.