Amour 6

    In one whole world is but one Phoenix found,
    A Phoenix thou, this Phoenix then alone: 
    By thy rare plume thy kind is easly knowne,
    With heauenly colours dide, with natures wonder cround. 
    Heape thine own vertues, seasoned by their sunne,
    On heauenly top of thy diuine desire;
    Then with thy beautie set the same on fire,
    So by thy death thy life shall be begunne. 
    Thy selfe, thus burned in this sacred flame,
    With thine owne sweetnes al the heauens perfuming,
    And stil increasing as thou art consuming,
    Shalt spring againe from th’ ashes of thy fame;
      And mounting vp shall to the heauens ascend: 
      So maist thou liue, past world, past fame, past end.

Amour 7

    Stay, stay, sweet Time; behold, or ere thou passe
    From world to world, thou long hast sought to see,
    That wonder now wherein all wonders be,
    Where heauen beholds her in a mortall glasse. 
    Nay, looke thee, Time, in this Celesteall glasse,
    And thy youth past in this faire mirror see: 
    Behold worlds Beautie in her infancie,
    What shee was then, and thou, or ere shee was. 
    Now passe on, Time:  to after-worlds tell this,
    Tell truelie, Time, what in thy time hath beene,
    That they may tel more worlds what Time hath seene,
    And heauen may ioy to think on past worlds blisse. 
      Heere make a Period, Time, and saie for mee,
      She was the like that neuer was, nor neuer more shalbe.

Amour 8

    Vnto the World, to Learning, and to Heauen,
    Three nines there are, to euerie one a nine;
    One number of the earth, the other both diuine,
    One wonder woman now makes three od numbers euen. 
    Nine orders, first, of Angels be in heauen;
    Nine Muses doe with learning still frequent: 
    These with the Gods are euer resident. 
    Nine worthy men vnto the world were giuen. 
    My Worthie one to these nine Worthies addeth,
    And my faire Muse one Muse vnto the nine;
    And my good Angell, in my soule diuine,
    With one more order these nine orders gladdeth. 
      My Muse, my Worthy, and my Angell, then,
      Makes euery one of these three nines a ten.

Amour 9

    Beauty sometime, in all her glory crowned,
    Passing by that cleere fountain of thine eye,
    Her sun-shine face there chaunsing to espy,
    Forgot herselfe, and thought she had been drowned. 
    And thus, whilst Beautie on her beauty gazed,
    Who then, yet liuing, deemd she had been dying,
    And yet in death some hope of life espying,
    At her owne rare perfections so amazed;
    Twixt ioy and griefe, yet with a smyling frowning,
    The glorious sun-beames of