He was a classical scholar, a votary of music and poetry, a graceful troubadour, and a valiant knight.

He was "sweet and lovely of conversation," generous and bountiful by nature.

With so many good gifts, it was a thousand pities that the gift of truth had been denied him.
Never did treason look more amiable, but it was treason of the blackest die.

He was treacherous, in the hour of her utmost need, to the country which had trusted him.

He was treacherous to the great man who had leaned upon his truth, when all others had abandoned him.