As perfect cenobite; its faults were all removed.135
What wonder if a hill should dance and saint become?
Was not great Moses’ self a clod of clay and loam?
The Jewish king now manifested great surprise.
These things, he said, were mockeries, mere patent lies.
His councillors conjured him more sedate to be;
And not to push his hardihood to rash degree.
These councillors he fettered, into prison cast;
Injustice to injustice adding, first and last.
A shout was heard from heaven when matters reached that point: