In England from Wicliffe to Henry VIII - James Aitken Wylie

While Archbishop Chicheley was slumbering, "his
flock, alas!" the Pope tells him, "were running
down a precipice before his face." The flock in the
act of hurling themselves over a precipice are seen,
in the next sentence, feeding quietly beside their
shepherd; for the Pope immediately continues,
"You suffer them to feed upon dangerous plants,
without warning; and, which is horribly surprising,
you seem to put poison in their mouths with your
own hands." He had forgotten that Archbishop
Chicheley's hands were at that moment folded in
sleep, and that he was now uttering a cry to awaken
him. But again the scene suddenly shifts, and the
Papal pencil displays a new picture to our
bewildered sight; for, adds the writer, "you can
look on and see the wolves scatter and pull them in
pieces, and, like a dumb dog, not so much as bark
upon the occasion."
After the rhetoric comes a little business.
"What abominable violence has been let loose
upon your province, I leave it to yourself to
consider. Pray peruse that royal law" the Pope now
comes to the point–" if there is anything that is
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