7. To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, the Lovely, That Crowned Him with Laurel
My Muse in meads has spent her many hoursSitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers,To make for others garlands; and to setOn many a head here, many a coronet.But amongst all encircled here, not oneGave her a day of coronation;Till you, sweet mistress, came and interwoveA laurel for her, ever young as Love.You first of all crown’d her; she must, of due,Render for that, a crown of life to you.