Like a phoenix, I will reborn from my ashes. My end must not come till my soul is at peace. I must not lower my standards rather grow and rise to reach them.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honor
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix’d.