Classic Poem

You sat where'er you chose in raiment coarse,
What time the slumbering law you dared to slight;
But now our censor doth that law enforce,
And stern Oceanus maintains the right,
You flaunt in purple and in scarlet bright.
Can that deceive us? Nay, the chance is small.
If clothes could prove the title of a knight,
Cordus had won his spurs before us all.