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Michael Drayton - Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures
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An Allusion to the Phoenix

`Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round 
Of the birds` kind, the Phoenix is alone, 
Which best by you of living things is known; 
None like to that, none like to you is found. 
Your beauty is the hot and splend`rous sun, 
The precious spices be your chaste desire, 
Which being kindled by that heav`nly fire, 
Your life so like the Phoenix`s begun; 
Yourself thus burned in that sacred flame, 
With so rare sweetness all the heav`ns perfuming, 
Again increasing as you are consuming, 
Only by dying born the very same; 
And, wing`d by fame, you to the stars ascend, 
So you of time shall live beyond the end.
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