His blemishes were many, his weaknesses two.

He trusted to his own force too much, and despised everybody else in the world.

Not that he thought them knaves; he was certain they were fools.
And so most of them were, no doubt, but not all.

The first flush of him moved your admiration: great height, great colour, the red and the yellow; his beard which ran jutting to a point and gave his jaw the clubbed look of a big cat's; his shut mouth, and cold considering eyes; the eager set of his head, his soft, padding motions--a leopard, a hunting leopard, quick to strike, but quick to change purpose.

This, then, was Richard Yea-and-Nay, whom all women loved, and very few men.
These require to be trusted before they love; and full trust Richard gave to no man, because he could not believe him worth it.