Definition of "Phoebus"

Mor. Miſlike me not for my complexion,The ſhadowed liuerie of the burniſht ſunne,To whom I am a neighbour, and neere bred.Bring me the faireſt creature North-ward borne,Where Phœbus fire ſcarce thawes the yſicles,And let vs make inciſion for your loue,To proue whoſe blood is reddeſt, his or mine.

c. 1596–1598 (date written), William Shakespeare, “The Merchant of Venice”, in Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies […] (First Folio), London: […] Isaac Iaggard, and Ed[ward] Blount, published 1623, [Act II, scene i], page 167

By Phœbus, here's a moſt neate fine ſtreete; is't not? I proteſt to thee, I am enamord of this ſtreete now, more then of halfe the ſtreetes of Rome, againe; tis ſo polite, and terſe; […]

1601, Ben Jonson, Poetaster or The Arraignment: […], London: […] [R. Bradock] for M[atthew] L[ownes] […], published 1602, Act III

The heaven doth not contain so many stars,So many leaves not prostrate lie in woods,When autumn’s old and Boreas sounds his wars,So many waves have not the ocean floods,As my rent mind hath torments all the night,And heart spends sighs, when Phœbus brings the light.

17th century, William Drummond, Sextain I, in English Poetry, published 1907, page 162

For she recalled the edict which decreedIf in one day she did not take or killThe challenger (to this King Charles agreed),She was his captive and must do his will.Phoebus was soon to plunge his golden headInto the western sea when of her skillAnd strength the Maid at last began doubt,While her fatigue was putting hope to rout. […]

1991 August 29, Ludovico Ariosto, Orlando Furioso: Part Two (Orlando Furioso)‎, Penguin UK