Our Country Will, I Believe, Sooner Forgive

England Expects Every Man To Do His Duty

I Cannot Command Winds And Weather.

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

You Must Consider Every Man Your Enemy Who Speaks Ill Of Your King, And You Must Treat Every Frenchman As If He Were The Devil Himself.

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