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AMOUR. 6.
In one whole world is but one Phœnix found,
A Phœnix thou, this Phœnix then alone,
By thy rare plume thy kind is easly knowne,
With heavenly colours dide, with natures wonder cround,
A Phœnix thou, this Phœnix then alone,
By thy rare plume thy kind is easly knowne,
With heavenly colours dide, with natures wonder cround,
Heape thine own vertues seasoned by their sunne,
On heavenlie top of thy divine desire:
Then with thy beautie set the same on fire,
So by thy death, thy life shall be begunne.
On heavenlie top of thy divine desire:
Then with thy beautie set the same on fire,
So by thy death, thy life shall be begunne.
Thy selfe thus burned in this sacred flame,
With thine owne sweetnes al the heavens perfuming,
And stil increasing as thou art consuming,
Shalt spring againe from th'ashes of thy fame;
And mounting up, shalt to the heavens ascend,
So maist thou live, past world, past fame, past end.
With thine owne sweetnes al the heavens perfuming,
And stil increasing as thou art consuming,
Shalt spring againe from th'ashes of thy fame;
And mounting up, shalt to the heavens ascend,
So maist thou live, past world, past fame, past end.
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