* * * th' approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd. the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd evry shade.
My thoughts hold mortal strife;I do detest my life,And with lamenting criesPeace to my soul to bringOft call that prince which here doth monarchise:— But he, grim-grinning King,Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.drummond, william, of hawthornden
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.william shakespeare
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night, a stocking all the day.