A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
Shall I, that have destroyed my Preservers, return home?
How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.
I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.
Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?
I wish that the Indians believed me a god, for upon the report of an enemy's valor oftentimes depends the success of a battle, and false reports have many times done as great things as true courage and resolution.