sackcloth-clad

Updated: June 10, 2025

Alone, on the silent plain, judgment-stricken and sackcloth-clad, occupying the same spot where she "glorified herself and lived deliciously," and said in her heart, "I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow," is ROME. You are to cross the Tiber.

James Aitken Wylie - Pilgrimage from the Alps to the Tiber: Or The Influence of Romanism on Trade, Justice, and Knowledge