Of high Honour should be her hood
Upon her head to wear,
Garnished with Governance so good
No deeming should her dare.

Her sark should be her body next
Of Chastity so white
With shame and dread together mixt
The same should be perfit.

Her kirtle should be of clean Constance
Laced with leasome Love,
The eyelets of Continuance
For never to remove.

Her belt should be of Benignity,
About her middle met;
Her mantle of Humility
To thole both wind and wet.

Her hat should be of fair having
And her tippet of truth;
Her patelet of good pansing,
Her halse ribbon of ruth.

Her sleeves should be of Esperance
To keep her from despair;
Her gloves of good Governance
To guide her fingers fair.

Her shoon should be of sickerness
In sign that she not slide;
Her hose of Honesty, I guess,
I should for her provide.