My Love Is Founded On Esteem, The

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.

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

I Have Only One Eye, I Have A Right To Be Blind Sometimes... I Really Do Not See The Signal!

England Expects Every Man To Do His Duty