A many a yere his ſruice to me feyned / Til that myn hert, to pitous and to nyce / Al innocent of his crowned malice
And he fainted his service to me for years / Until my heart, too miserable and foolish / Ignorant completely of his supreme malice
1624, Democritus Junior [pseudonym; Robert Burton], “Preparatiues and purgers”, in The Anatomy of Melancholy:[…], 2nd edition, Oxford, Oxfordshire: […] John Lichfield and James Short, for Henry Cripps, →OCLC, partition 2, section 5, member 1, page 317:
Put caſe (he ſaith) all other medicines faile, by the helpe of God this alone will doe it, and t'is a crowned medicine, which muſt be kept in ſecret.
1699, Robert Barret, A Companion for Midwives, Child-Bearing Women, and Nurses[1], London: Tho. Ax, at the Blue Ball in Duck-Lane, section III, page 96:
After having cloy'd his puny stomach, he sneaks away privily, in a Stage-Coach, to his house in the Country; there he murders the Vertuous Womb of his Dear Lady, and darts into the Royal Arch, his contagious, lothsome Sperm, which is innocently receiv'd, and hugg'd in the crown'd Act of Conception. Thus he's guilty of the Blood of his Family, Ruins his Lady, makes his Posterity a puny, sickly, miserable Crew; and to crown all, expires his last, from a Bed of Rottenness and Disgrace
Always of Montaign's taſte, thou knoweſt:—Thought it a glory to ſubdue a girl of family.—More truly delightful to me the ſeduction-progreſs than the crowning act:—For that'sa vapour, a bubble!
1878, “Parkman's French Colonization and Empire in North America”, in The Magazine of American History with Notes and Queries[2], volume II, New York and Chicago: A. S. Barnes & Company, part I, page 97:
Eliot felt the joy of a crowned success only when the choicest of his converts was telling his experience after the method of a Puritan Conventicle, by the aid of the Assembly's Catechism, a Body of Divinity and an approved tractate on casuistry.
1895, Ellen M. H. Gates, The Treasures of Kurium, New York and London: The Knickerbocker Press, A Story, page 17:
Show us signs in earth and sky, / That the crownèd truth advances, / And the roots of evil die.
