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.
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
* * * 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.Alexander Pope
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night, a stocking all the day.