Now I Will Believe That There Are

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men; There Be Land-rats And Water-rats, Water-thieves And Land-thieves, I Mean Pirates, And Thenthere Is The Peril Of Waters, Winds, And Rocks.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?