No, I Will Be The Pattern Of

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

What Man Dare, I Dare. Approach Thou Like The Rugged Russian Bear, The Armed Rhinoceros, Or Th' Hyrcan Tiger; Take Any Shape But That, And My Firm Nerves Shall Never Tremble.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.