Very gentle to his friends, to his enemies he was most terrible.
Whilst he could hold out against toil and trouble with the best,
nothing pleased him better than yielding to his comrades. But passion
was kindled in him by beauty of deed rather than of person.[9]

[9] Or, "beauteous deeds rather than bodily splendour."

Skilled in the exercise of self-command in the midst of external
welfare, he could be stout of heart enough in stress of danger.

Urbanity he practised, not with jest and witticisim, but by the
courtesy of his demeanour.

In spite of a certain haughtiness, he was never overbearing, but rich
in saving common sense. At any rate, while pouring contempt upon
arrogance, he bore himself more humbly than the most ordinary man. In
fact, what he truly took a pride in was the simplicity of his own
attire, in contrast with the splendid adornment of his troops; or,
again, in the paucity of his own wants, combined with a bountiful
liberality towards his friends.

Besides all this, as an antagonist he could hit hard enough, but no
one ever bore a lighter hand when the victory was won.[10]

[10] Lit. "he was the heaviest of antagonists and the lightest of
conquerors."

The same man, whom an enemy would have found it hard to deceive, was
pliability itself in the concerns of his friends. Whilst for ever