Chapter 30 No.30

Sole bird of the sun, thou wandering ph[oe]nix!

That measurest thy days as does the world

With lofty summits of Arabia Felix.

Thou art the same thou wast, but I what I was not:

I through the fire of love, unhappy die;

But thee the sun with his warm rays revives;

Thou burn'st in one, and I, in every place;

Eros my fire, while th