Frigates Are The Eyes Of

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

Buonaparte Has Often Made His Boast That Our Fleet Would Be Worn Out By Keeping The Sea And That His Was Kept In Order And Increasing By Staying In Port; But Know He Finds, I Fancy, If Emperors Hear The Truth, That His Fleet Suffers More In A Night Than Ours In One Year.

Frigates Are The Eyes Of A Fleet.

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

First Gain The Victory And Then Make The Best Use Of It You Can.