Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales. Dear brethren, God forgive you your trespass, And keep you from the sin of avarice; My holy pardon here can save you all, And will, so long as you make offerings Of gold and silver coin, spoons, brooches, rings— Bow down your heads before this holy bull! Come, ladies, make an offering of your wool! I’ll put your name down on my prayer-roll, And you shall enter to the bliss of heaven Which statement best describes the satire in the excerpt?