
“There is a certain bird called a Phoenix; of this there is never but one at a time: and that lives five hundred years. And when the time of its dissolution draws near, that it must die, it makes itself a nest of frankincense, and myrrh, and other spices into which when its time is fulfilled it enters and dies.
But its flesh purifying, breeds a certain worm, which being nourished with the juice of the dead bird brings forth feathers; and when it is grown to a perfect state, it takes up the nest in which the bones of its parents lie, and carries it from Arabia into Egypt, to a city called Heliopolis:
And flying in open day in the sight of all men, lays it upon the altar of the sun, and so returns from whence it came. The priest then search into the records of the time; and find that it returned precisely at the end of five hundred years. And shall we then think it to be any very great and strange thing for the Lord of all to raise up those that religiously serve him in the assurance of a good faith, when even by a bird he shews us the greatness of his power to fulfil his promise?
For he says in a certain place, Thou shalt raise me up, and I shall confess unto thee. The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy work. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night seweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.”
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