Kindles the spice, and by degrees consumes
Th’ immortall Phœnix, both her flesh and plumes.
But instantly, out of her ashes springs
A Worm, an Egg then, then a Bird with wings,
Just like the first, (rather the same indeed)
Which (re-ingendred of its selfly seed)
By nobly dying, a new Date begins,
And where she loseth, there her life she wins:
Endless by’r End, eternall by her Toomb;
While, by a prosperous Death, she doth becom