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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.

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.

Firstly, You Must Always Implicitly Obey Orders, Without Attempting To Form Any Opinion Of Your Own Respecting Their Propriety. Secondly, You Must Consider Every Man Your Enemy Who Speaks Ill Of Your King; And Thirdly, You Must Hate A Frenchman, As You Do The Devil.

The Bravest Man Feels An Anxiety 'circa Praecordia' As He Enters The Battle; But He Dreads Disgrace Yet More.

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.