hypocrites

There in the depth we saw a painted tribe,
Who paced with tardy steps around, and wept,
Faint in appearance and o’ercome with toil.	60
Caps had they on, with hoods, that fell low down
Before their eyes, in fashion like to those
Worn by the monks in Cologne. 2 Their outside
Was overlaid with gold, dazzling to view,
But leaden all within, and of such weight,	65
That Frederick’s 3 compared to these were straw.
Oh, everlasting wearisome attire!
We yet once more with them together turn’d
To leftward, on their dismal moan intent.
But by the weight opprest, so slowly came	70
The fainting people, that our company
Was changed, at every movement of the step.