Mitred

Our Fathers must hide themselves rather like robbers who chuse a leader, than godly priests who elect a mitred Abbot. […] And mark me, brother! not in the proudest days of the mitred Abbey, was a Superior ever chosen, whom his office shall so much honour, as he shall be honoured, who now takes it upon him in these days of tribulation.

Mitred emissaries also passed from Gregory to the Emperor, summoning him to attend the diet within a time by which no one unwafted by wings or steam could have reached the place […]

Their leaves were green when the Abbey rose in splendour, and mitred abbots walked in their shadow.

Again I bestride the mitred, leather-winged steed.