Sermon VII - Pride

God's Will it were that I should thus be born
To honest and hard-working folk, and pure
As sinful mortal sort may be. Each morn
We did ere dawn arise to sin abjure
In orison, to kneel in fear of God.
And I, in like wise, lead my household; all
From dawn to dark, in sinful vale do plod
And must cast off the veils that do enthrall
The damned. The loathsome signs of Satan's sway
Are seen in vanities, in painted face,
In colored hair, in velvet's fine array.
Our sober garb bespeaks a higher grace.
In golden pride these peacocks make their way,
That shall stand naked on the Judgement Day!