The painstaking monarch toiled, pen in hand, after his wonderful minister in vain.

Philip was only fit to be the bishop's clerk; yet he imagined himself to be the directing and governing power.

He scrawled apostilles in the margins to prove that he had read with attention, and persuaded himself that he suggested when he scarcely even comprehended.

The bishop gave advice and issued instructions when he seemed to be only receiving them.

He was the substance while he affected to be the shadow.