Not like the Phoenix

We cannot compare him with that bird of Egypt, the only one of its kind, as people say, which dies as a sacrifice of itself among fragrant spices, and then rises from its own ashes with new life and soars up in the same form it had before. Rather he was like his Savior, who, like the sown grain that is multiplied from a single seed, had yielded an abundant harvest through the blessing of God and had filled the whole world with his fruit. In the same way our thrice-blessed ruler was multiplied, as it were, through the succession of his sons. His statue was set up along with theirs in every province, and the name of Constantine was acknowledged and honored even after the end of his mortal life. [a]