Crownet

Himself with garland freshe, and crownet greene of oliue bandes, Aduancing stood in ship.

Sometime a louelie boye in Dians shape, With haire that gilds the water as it glides, Crownets of pearle about his naked armes, And in his sportfull hands an Oliue tree, To hide those parts which men delight to see, Shall bathe him in a spring […]

[…] sixty and nine, that wore Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia;

Why, sir, I am affronted for want of a title: a parcel of upstarts, with their crownets upon their coaches, their chairs, their spoons, their handkerchiefs—nay, on the very knockers of their doors—creatures that were below me but t’other day, are now truly my superiors, and have the precedency, and are set above me at table.

So the queen sung, Crumbling her crownet into clods of dung.