La Corona.

1. DEIGNE at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,

Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,

Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,

All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes;

5But doe not, with a vile crowne of fraile bayes,

Reward my muses white sincerity,

But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,

A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;

The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,