Treat Every Frenchman As If He Was

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.

If I Had Been Censured Every Time I Have Run My Ship, Or Fleets Under My Command, Into Great Danger, I Should Have Long Ago Been Out Of The Service And Never In The House Of Peers.

In Sea Affairs, Nothing Is Impossible, And Nothing Is Improbable.

Treat Every Frenchman As If He Was The Devil Himself.

In Honour I Gained Them, And In Honour I Will Die With Them.