If our Lady of Walsingham had no fairer nose and visage,
By the mass, they were fools that would go to her on pilgrimage.
Lu. Well, boy, it shall not greatly skill,
Whether thou stand, or whether thou kneel:
Thou knowest what sciences I have thee taught,
Which are able to bring the world to naught.
For thou knowest that through pride from heaven I was cast,
Even unto hell, wherefore see thou make haste.
Such pride through new fashions in men's hearts to show