The man riveted my attention. He was dark and forceful, and masterful, and ruthless. I have never seen so iron a countenance.

He was, as has been well said, an Elizabethan born out of time; in the days of Drake his very faults might have counted to his credit.

A wider soul than the world was wide Whose praise made love of him one with pride... Who rode life's lists as a god might ride.

A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.