“We had scarce worn cloth a year, in compliance with the court, for the mourning of Henry II., but that silks were already grown into such contempt with every one, that a man so clad was presently concluded a citizen.”

I sat by my fire while the rain beat against the stone walls of my tower. A servant brought me news from the market, speaking of how quickly the people turned their backs on heavy wool to chase the shiny threads favored at court. I watched him wipe his hands on a rough linen apron and saw in that simple gesture the truth of our fickle nature.

I ask you to look at your own habits without fear or shame. Do not let the custom of the crowd dictate what is noble or base in your life. If you find yourself chasing things others desire, stop and consider if you truly want them. Remember that authority lies not in laws but in the quiet example of those who lead by doing less.