16An Allusion to the PhœnixMongst all the Creatures in this spacious Round,Of the Birds kind, the Phœnix is alone,Which best by you, of liuing Things, is knowne;None like to that, none like to you is found:Your Beautie is the hot and splend’rous Sunne,The precious Spices be your chaste Desire,Which being kindled by that heau’nly fire,Your Life so like the Phœnix’s begun;your selfe thus burned in that sacred flame,With so rare sweetnesse all the Heau’ns perfuming,Againe increasing, as you are consuming,Onely by dying, borne the very same: And wing’d by Fame, you to the Starres ascend, So you of Time shall liue beyond the End.