I Cannot Command Winds And Weather.

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.

My Love Is Founded On Esteem, The Only Foundation That Can Make The Passion Last.

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

The Business Of The English Commander-in-chief Being First To Bring An Enemy Fleet To Battle On The Most Advantageous Terms To Himself, (i Mean That Of Laying His Ships Close On Board The Enemy, As Expeditiously As Possible); And Secondly To Continue Them There Until The Business Is Decided.

My Character And Good Name Are In My Own Keeping. Life With Disgrace Is Dreadful. A Glorious Death Is To Be Envied.