Is coelebs, Vrit cura: To the right Honovrable Robert, Earle of Salisburie

TH' Arabian PHOENIX heere, of golden plumes.
And bicie brest, vpon a sacred pile
Of sweetest odors, thus himselfe consumes;
By force of PHOEBVS fiery beames, the while,
From foorth the ashes of the former dead,
A faire, or fairer, by and by is bred.

You, you (Great Lord) this wondrous PHOENIX are,
Who wast your selfe in Zeale, and whot desire,
Of Countries good, till in the end your care
Shall worke your end, as doth this PHOENIX fire.
But while you are consuming in the same,
You breede a second, your immortall Fame.