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SONNET 23.
[The Phœnix faire which rich Arabia breedes]
The Phœnix faire which rich Arabia breedes,When wasting time, expires hir tragedy.
No more on Phœbus radiant raise she feedes,
But heapeth vp great store of spicery.
And on a loftie towring Cedar tree,
With heauenly substance she hir selfe consumes,
From whence she yoong againe appeeres to bee,
Out of the Cinders of hir peerelesse plumes.
So I which long haue fried in loues flame,
The fire not made of spice but sighes and teares,
Reuiue againe in hope disdaine to shame,
And put to flight the Author of my feares.
Hir eies reuiue decaying life in me,
Though they augmenters of my thraldome be.
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