Roaming its galleries and leaning from its windows he exclaimed with Job:[3] '_Quare de vulva eduxisti me?
qui utinam consumptus essem, ne oculus me videret_.' What the Romans, emasculated by luxury and priest rule, what the Cardinals and prelates, lapped in sensuality and sloth, were made to suffer during this long agony, can scarcely be described.

It is too horrible.

When at last the barbarians, sated with blood, surfeited with lechery, glutted with gold, and decimated by pestilence, withdrew, Rome raised her head a widow.
From the shame and torment of that sack she never recovered, never became again the gay licentious lovely capital of arts and letters, the glittering gilded Rome of Leo.

But the kings of the earth took pity on her desolation.

The treaty of Amiens (August 18, 1527), concluded between Francis I.and Henry VIII.