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The Campe of PHILOSOPHY.
1.When Phoebus was entred the signe of the Ramme,
In the Moneth of March when all things do spring;
Lying in my bed an old Man to me came,
Laying his hand on my buisy head slumbering;
I am,said he, Tyme, The Producer of all thing:
Awake and rise, prepaire thy selfe quickly,
My intent is to bring thee to the Campe of Philosophy.

2.Bloomes and Blossomes plentifully in that field,
Bene plesantly flourishing dickt with Collour gay,
Lively water fountaines eke Beasts both tame and wild;
Over shaddowed with Trees fruitefull on every spraye,
Mellodiously singing the Birds do sitt and say:
Father Son and holy Ghost one God in persons three,
Impery and honor be to thee O holy Trinity,

3.Lo thus when he had said I arose quickly,
Doing on my Clothes in hast with agility,
Towards the Campe (we went) of Philosophy:
The wonderfull sights ther for to see;
To a large greate Gate father Tyme brought me,
Which closed was then he to me said,
Each thing hath his Tyme, be thou then nothing dismaid.
4.Then greate admiration I tooke unto my selfe,
With sore and huge perturbacion of minde,
Beholding the Gate fastned with locks twelve:
I fantised but smally that Tyme should be my frend:
Why studiest thou man, quoth hee, art thou blinde?
With a rodd he touched me, whereat I did downe fall
Into a strong sleepe, & in a Dreame he shewed me all.

1.Igitur audite somnium meum quod vidi.
In the thousand yeare of Christ five hundred fifty and seaven.
In the Moneth of March a sleepe as I did lye,
Late in the night, of the clock about Eleven,
In spirit wrapt I was suddainely into Heaven:
Where 1 saw sitting in most glorious Majestie
Three I beholding: adored but one Deitie.

2.A Spirit incircumscript, with burning heate incombustible,
Shining with brightnes, permanent as fountaine of all light.
Three knit in one with Glory incomprehensible;
Which to behold I had a greate delight:
This truly to attaine to, surmounteth my might:
But a voyce from that Glorious brightnes to me said,
I am one God of immensurable Majestie ; be not affraid.

3.In this Vision cleere, that did it selfe soe extend
With a voyce most pleasant being three in one;
Peirced my Minde , and tought me to Comprehend
The darke sayings of Philosophers each one;
The Altitude,Latitude,and Profundity of the Stone,
To be three in Substance, and one in Essence;
A most Heavenly Treasure procreate by Quintessence.

4.Then studied I what this Quintessence should be,
Of visable things apparant to the Eye;
The sift being even a strange privetie,
In every substance resting invisibly;
The invisible Godhead is the same thought I;
Primer cause of being, and the Primer Essence:
And of the Macrocosmy the most soveraigne Quintessence.

5.This is that heavenly seacret potentiall,
That divided is, and resteth invisible
In all things Animall, Vigetall and Mineral;
Whose vertue and strength in them is indivisible:
From God it cometh, and God maketh it sensible,
To some Elect, to others he doth it denay,
As I sat thus musing a voyce to me did say.

6. Study thou no more of my Being ,but stedfastly
Beleive this Trinity equally knit in One;
Further of my Secrets to muse it is but folly,
Passing the Capacity of all humane reason ;
The Heavens closed up againe at that season:
Then Father Tyme set me at the Gate,
And delivered me a Key to enter in thereat.

7.The Key of knowledge and of Excellent Science;
Whereby all secrets of Philosophy are reserate;
The seacrets of Nature sought out by diligence;
Avoyding fables of envious fooles inveterate:
Whith Recipe and Decipe this Scyence is violate.
Therefore to me this Key he did dispose
The seacrets of this Arte to open and disclose.

8.Thus said Father Tyme this Key when he me tooke;
Unlock quoth he this Gate now by thy selfe,
And then upon him sorrowfully did I looke,
Saying that one Key could not undoe Locks twelve,
Whose Axe quoth he is sure both head and helve
Hold will together, till the Tree downe fall,
Soe open thou the first Lock and thou hast opned all.

9.What is the first Lock named tell me then
I pray thee, said I, and what shall I it call ?
It is said he the Seacret of all wise Men;
Chaos in the bodyes called the first Originall:
Prima materia, our Mercury, our Menstruall:
Our Vitrioll, our Sulphur, our Lunary most of price;
Put the Key in the Lock, twill'opcn with a trice.

10.Then the Key of knowledge I busily tooke in hand
And began to search the hollownes in the Lock,
The words thereof I scarce did understand,
So craftily conveid they were in their stock;
I proved every way, and at last I did unlock
The crafty Gynns thus made for the nonce,
And with it the other Locks fell open all at once.

11.At this Gate opening even in the entry
A number of Philosophers in the face I met,
Working all one way the secrets of Philosophy
Upon Chaos darke that among them was set,
Sober men of living, peaceable and quiet;
They buisily disputed the Materia Prima,
Rejecting cleane away Simul stulta & frivola.

12.Here I saw the Father of Philosophers, Hermes,
Here I saw Aristotle with cheere most jocund;
Here I saw Morien, and Senior in Turba more or lesse,
Sober Democritus, Albert, Bacon and Ramund,
The Monke and the Chanon of Bridlington so profound,
Working most seacretly, who said unto me;
Beware thou beleeve not all that thou doest see.

13.But if thou wilt enter this Campe of Philosophy.
With thee take Tyme to guide thee in the way;
For By pathes and Broad wayes deepe Valies and hills high
Here shalt thou finde, with sights pleasant and gay,
Some thou shalt meete with, which unto thee shall say,
Recipe this, and that; with a thousand things more,
To Decipe thy selfe, and others; as they have done before.

14.Then Father Tyme and I by favour of these men
Such sights to see passed forth towards the Campe,
Where we met disguised Philosophers leane,
With Porpheries, and Morters ready to grinde and stampe,
Their heads shaking, their hands full of the Crampe:
Some lame with Spasmer, some feeble, wan and blind
With Arsnick and Sulphus, to this Art most unkinde.

15.There were Brooke the Preist, and Yorke with Coates gay,
Which robbed KIN G H E N R Y of a Million of Gold,
Martin Perien ,Major, & Thomas De-la-bay
Saying that the King they greatly inrich would,
They whispered in his Eare and this Tale they him tould.
We will worke for your highnes the Elixer vitae,
A princely worke called Opus Regale.

16.Then brought they in the Viccar of Malden
With his Greene Lyon that most Royall seacrett,
Richard Record, and litle Master Eden,
Their Mettalls by Corrasives to Calcine and frett;
Hugh Oldcastle and Sir Robert Greene with them mett.
Roasting and boyling all things out of kinde,
And like Foolosophers left of with losse in the end.

17.Yet brought they forth things beautifull to sight,
Deluding the King thus from day to day,
With Copper Citrinate for the Red, and albified for the White
And with Mercury rubified in a glasse full gay,
But at the last in the fire they went away.
All this was because they knew not the verity,
Of Altitude, Latitude and Profundity.

18.Thence Father Tyme brought me into a Wildernes,
Into a Thicket having by-paths many one;
Steps and footeings I saw there more and lesse
Wherein the aforesaid men had wandred and gone,
There I saw Marcasites ,Mineralls, and many a stone.
As Iridis ,Talck, and Alome, lay digd from the ground
The Mines of Lead, and Iron, that they had out found.

19.No marvel I trow though they were much set by
That with so greate Riches could endue the King,
So many Sundry wayes to fill up his Treasury;
With filty matters greate charges in to bring,
The very next way a Prince to bring to begging;
And make a noble Realme and Common wealth decay,
These are Royall Philosophers the cleane contrary way.

20.From thence forth I went (Tyme being my guide,)
Through a greene Wood, where Birds sing cleerely,
Till we came to a field pleasant large and wide
Which he said was called The Campe of Philosophy;
There downe we satt to heare the sweete Harmony
Of divers Birds in their sweete Notes singing,
And to receive the Savour of the flowers springing.

21.Here Juno,here Pallas, here Apollo do dwell;
Here true Philosophers take their dwelling place
Here duly the Muses nyne drinke of Pyrenes Well,
No boasting broyler here the Arte can deface;
Here Lady Philosophy hath her royall Pallace:
Holding her Court in most high Consistory,
Sitting with her Councellors most famous of memory.

22.There one said to me, an ancient Man was hee,
Declaring forth the Matter of the Stone;
Saying that he was sent thither to Councell me,
And of his Religion to chuse me to be one;
A Cloath of Tishue he had him upon,
Verged about with Pearles of Collour fresh and gay,
He proceedeth with his Tale, and againe he did thus say.

23.Here all occult seacrets of Nature knowen are,
Here all the Elements from things are drawne out;
Here Fire, Air and Water in Earth are knit together:
Here all our seacret worke is truly brought about,
Here thou must learne in thy buisines to be stoute,
Night and day thou must tend thy worke buisily,
Having constant patience never to be weary.

24.As we satt talking by the Rivers running cleere,
I cast myne Eye aside and there I did behold
A Lady most excellent sitting in an Arbour
Which clothed was in a Robe of fine Gold,
Set about with Pearles and Stones manifold.
Then ask't I Father Tyme what she should be?
Lady Philosophy quoth, he most excellent of beauty.

25.Then was I stricken with an ardent Audacity,
The place to approach to where I saw this sight,
I rose up to walke and the other went before me,
Against the Arbour, till I came forth right,
There we all three humbly as we might,
Bowed downe our selves to her with humility,
With greate admiration extolling her felicity.

26.She shewed her selfe both gentle and benign,
Her gesture and Countenance gladded our comming,
From her seate imperiall she did her selfe decline,
As a Lady loving perfect wisdome and Cunning,
Her goodly Poems, her Beauty was surmounting:
Her speech was decorate with such aureat sentence,
Far excelling famous Tullies Eloquence.

27.Then Father Tyme unto that Lady said,
Pleaseth it your highnes this poore Man to heare,
And him to assist with your most gratious aide:
Then she commanded him with me to draw neere
Son , said the Lady, be thou of good Cheere.
Admitted thou shalt be among greate and small
To be one of my Schollers principall.

28.Then she committed me to Raymund Lullie,
Commanding him my simplenes to instruct,
And into her Secrets to induce me fully,
Into her privy Garden to be my conduct:
First into a Towre most beautifull construct,
Father Raymund me brought, and thence immediately
He led me into her Garden planted deliciously.

29.Among the faire Trees one Tree in speciall,
Most vernant and pleasant appeared to my sight.
A name inscribed, The Tree Philosophicall,
Which to behold I had greate delight:
Then to Philosophy my troth I did plight
Her Majesty to serve ;and to take greate paine,
The fruits of that Tree with Raymund to attaine.

30.Then Raymund shewed me Budds fifteene
Springing of that Tree, and fruites fifteene moe,
Of the which said Tree proceedes that we doe meane;
That all Philosophers covet to attaine unto
The blessed Stone; one in Number and no moe:
Our greate Elixer most high of price,
Our Azot, our Basaliske, our Adrop and our Cocatrice.

31.This is our Antimony and our Red Lead
Gloriously shining as Phoebus at midday,
This is our Crowne of Glory and Diadem of our head;
Whose beames resplendant shall never fade away;
Who attaines this Treasure, never can decay:
It is a Jewell so abundant and excellent,
That one graine will endure ever to be permanent.

32.I leave thee heere now our seacrets to attaine,
Looke that thou earnestly my Councell do ensue,
There needes no blowing at the Cole, buisines nor paine:
Bat at thyne owne ease here maist thou continue,
Old Antient writers beleive which are true:
And they shall thee learne to passe it to bring,
Beware therefore of too many, and hold thee to one thing.

33.This one thing is nothing else but the Lyon greene,
Which some Fooles imagine to be Vitrioll Romaine,
It is not of that thing which Philosophers meane,
For nothing to us any Corosive doth pertaine,
Understand therefore or else thy hand refraine
From this hard Scyence, least thou doe worke amisse,
For I will tell thee truly; now marke what it is.

34. Greene of Collor our Lyon is not truly
But vernant and greene evermore enduring
In most bitternes of death, he is lively:
In the fire burning he is evermore springing;
Therefore the Salamnder by the fire living,
Some men doe him call, and some another name,
The Mettalline Menstruall, it is ever the same.

35. Some call it also a Substance exuberate,
Some call it Mercury of Mettaline essence,
Some Limsu deserti from his body evacuate,
Some the Eagle flying from the North with violence:
Some call it a Toade for his greate vehemence.
But few or none at all doe name it in his kinde,
It is a privy Quintessence ; keepe it well in minde.

36.This is not in sight ,but resteth invisible;
Till it be forced out of Chaos darke,
Where he remaineth ever indivisible,
And yet in him is the foundacion of our warke,
In our Lead it is, so that thou it marke.
Drive it out of him so out of all other,
I can tell thee no better if thou wert my Brother.

37.This Chaos darke the Mettalls I do call,
Because as in a Prison it resteth them within,
The seacret of Nature they keepe in thrall:
Which by a meane we do warily out-twyne,
The working whereof the easier to begin.
Lift up thy head and looke upon the heaven,
And I will learne thee truly to know the Planets seaven.

The second parte of the BOOKE.

1.Saturne in all, to this Arte hath most respect,
Of whom we draw a Quintessence most excellent,
Unto our Magistery himselfe he doth connect,
United in quallitie, and also made equipolent
In strength and in virtue ; who lists to be diligent,
Shall finde that we seeke an heavenly tresure
And a precious Jewell that ever shall endure.

2.Jupiter the gentle, endewed with Azure blew,
Examiner by Justice declareth true Judgement,
Altering his Colours ever fresh and new,
In his occult Nature to this Arte is convenient;
To Philosophie is serviceable and also obedient,
Joyned with Lunary after his owne kinde,
Conteyneth this Arte and leaveth nothing behinde.

3.Mars that is Martiall in Citty and Towne,
Fierce in Battaile ,full of debate and strife,
A noble Warriour ,and famous of renowne,
With fire and sword defendeth his owne lyfe,
He staineth with blood and slaieth with a knife
All spirits and bodyes ,his Arts be so bold,
The harts of all others he wyns to him with Gold.

4.The Sun most glorious shining with power potent,
Above all other faire Planets seaven,
Shedding his light to them all indifferent,
With his glorious Beames and glittering shine,
He lightneth the Earth and the Firmament of Heaven:
Who can him dissolve and draw out his Quintessence,
Unto all other Planets he shall give influence.

5.Lady Venus of love the faire Goddesse
With her Son Cupid apperteyneth to this Arte,
To the love of the Sun when she doth her addresse,
With her Darts of love striketh him to the hearte,
Joyned to his seede of his substance she taketh parte:
Her selfe she endueth with excellent Tissue,
Her corrupt nature when she doth renew.

6.Mercury this seeing begineth to be fugitive,
With his rodd of Inchantment litle doth he prevaile,
Taken often Prisoner himselfe doth revive;
Till he be snared with the Dragons Tayle
Then doth he on a hard Coate of Male,
Soudred together with the Sunn and Moone,
Then is he Mastered and his inchantment done.

7.The Moone that is called the lesser Lunary,
Wife unto Phoebus, shining by Night,
To others gives her Garments through her hearbLunary,
And from the North to the South shineth full bright,
If you do for her looke she hydeth from your sight.
But by faire intreaty she is won at the last,
With Azot and Fire the whole Mastery thou hast.

8.The Maistery thou gettest not yet of these Planets seaven,
But by a misty meaning knowne only unto us;
Bring them first to Hell ,and afterwards to Heaven:
Betwixt lyfe and death then thou must discusse,
Therefore I councell thee that thou worke thus;
Dissolve and Seperate them, Sublime ,Fix and Congeale,
Then hast thou all: therefore doe as I thee tell.

9.Dissolve not with Corrosive nor use Separacion
With vehemence of Fire, as Multipliers doe use,
Nor to the Glasse topp make thou Sublimacion;
Such wayes inordinate Philosophers refuse,
Their sayings follow and wisely them peruse:
Then shalt thou not thy selfe lewdly delude
In this goodly Scyence : Adiew, I thus conclude.

Incipit Theorica.

WEE intend now through grace divine
In few words of Chaos for to write,
Light from Darknes to cause forth to shine,
Long before hidden as I shall recite,
In every thing unknowne it is requisite
A Seacret to search out which is invisible,
Materiall of our Maistry, a substance insensible.

2.Because I should not seeme to inclose
Long hidden seacrets unto me committed,
Of my Lord God. Therefore plainely of Chaos,
My purpose shalbe thereof to be acquitted,
For dangerous burthens are not easily lighted,
In faith therfore I shall my selfe endeavour,
Lightly to discharge me before God for ever.

3.Devotely therefore unto thee O Lord I call,
Send me thy Grace to make explicacion
Of Chaos : For thou art opener of feacrets all:
Which ever art ready to heare the Suplicacion
Of thy meeke Servants, which with hearty humiliacion
To thee do I apply: send me now thy grace
Of thy Secrets, to write in due order tyme and place.

4.Chaos is no more to say this is doubtles,
(As Ovid writeth in his Metamorphosin)
But a certaine rude substance, indigestaq; moles,
Having divers Natures resting it within ,
Which with the Contrary we may it out twyne.
By Philosophers Arte, who so the feat doth know
The foure Elements from Chaos to out draw.

5.This Chaos as all things hath Dimensions three,
Which well considered shall follow the effect,
That is Altitude, Latitude and Profunditie,
By which three all the Water is direct:
Unto these Dimensions who hath no respect
Shall never divide the Chaos in his kinde,
But after his labour shall finde fraud in the end.

6.Chaos is to us the Vine-tree white and red,
Chaos is each Beast, Fish and Fowle in his kinde,
Chaos is the Oare, and Mine of Tinn and Lead,
Of Gold and Silver that we out finde,
Iron and Copper which things do binde:
And hold our sights and witts unto them bound,
The seacrets hid in them which we ne understand.

7.Out of this misty Chaos, the Philosophers expert,
Doe a substance draw called a Quintessense.
Craftily deviding the foure Elements by Art:
With great Wisdome study and Diligence,
The which high Seacreat hath a divine Influence;
That is supernaturall of Fooles thought impossible,
An Oyle or such like called Incombustible.

8.The Maystery of this plainely to shew thee,
In forme heareafter I will it declare:
Setting forth here the Philosophers Tree,
Wherein now the whole Arte I shall Compare:
In this faire Tree Sixteene frutes are,
More precious then Gold in the Stomake to digest,
Put thy hand thereto and take of the best.

9.And lest the fault imputed should be,
In me or others that of this Arte doth write;
I set before thee the true figure of the Tree,
Wherein orderly the Arte I will recite;
Understand my Sentence that thou maist worke right,
Consider that I said that Chaos is all thing
That we begin of ; the true way of working.

10.Put case thy Chaos be Animall, Vegitall or Minerall,
Let reason guide thee to worke after the same ;
If thou workest out of kinde, then loosest thou all:
For Nature with Nature rejoyceth and maketh true game,
Worke Animall with his kind and keepe thee out of blame;
Vegetable and Minerall in their Order due,
Then shalt thou be counted a Philosopher true.

11.When thou hast found what it is indeede,
Then knowest thou thy forme by reason it must be,
Search it wittily and draw from him his seede:
Then is there thy Altitude superficiall to see,
The Latitude shall appeare anon beleeve me.
When thou hast divided the Elements assunder,
Then the Profundity amongst them lyeth hid under.

12.Here is Materia Prima, and Corpus cosusum,
But not yet the Matter of which Philosophers doe treate,
Yet this one conteyneth the other in Somme :
For Forma, Materia and Corpus together are knit;
With the Menstruall Water first thou must them frett;
That the Body first be finely Calcinate,
After dissolved and purely evacuate.

13.Then is it the true Mercury of the Philosophers,
Unto the Maystery apt needefull and serviceable;
More of this thing I neede not much rehearse:
For this is all the Secret most Commendable;
Materia Prima it is called Multiplicable,
The which by Arte must be exuberate,
Then it is the Matter of which Mettalls were generate.

14.Sulphur of Nature and not that which is common,
Of Mettalls must be made ; if that thou wilt speede,
Which will turne them to his kinde every each one;
His Tincture into them abroad he will spread,
It will fix Mercury common at thy neede.
And make him apt true Tincture to receive.
Worke as I have tould thee, and it shall not thee deceive.

15.Then of Sun and Moone make thou Oyle incombustible,
With Mercury vegetable or else with Lunary,
lnserate therewith and make thy Sulphur fluxible
To abide thy Fire and also thy Mercury
Be fixt and flowing, then hast thou wrought truly.
And so hast thou made a Worke for the nonce,
And gott a Stone more precious then all Stones.

16. Fix it up now with perfect Decoccion,
And that with easy heate, and not vehement,
For feare of Induracion, and Vitrificacion,
Least thou loose all and thy labour mispent:
With Eight dayes and nights, this Stone is sufficient,
The greate Elixir most high of price,
Which Raymond called his Basiliske and Cocatrice.

17.To this excellent worke greate Cost neede not be,
Many Glasses or Potts about it to breake,
One GIasse, one Furnace and no more of necessity,
Who more doth spill, his witts are but weake,
All this is stilled in a Limbeck with a Beake.
As touching the Order of Distillacion,
And with a blinde head on the same for Solucion.

18.In this thy Mercury taketh his true kinde,
In this he is brought to Multiplicacion;
In this made he his Sulphur, beare it well in minde,
Tincture he hath herein, and inceracion,
In this the Stone is brought to his perfect Creacion;
In one Glasse, one Thing, one Fire and no mo,
This Worke is Compleate. Da gloriam Deo.

Incipit Practica.

1.We have sufficiently declared the Theorique,
In words misticall making declaracion.
Let us now proceede plainely with the Practique,
Largely of the Matter to make explanacion:
I wiIl therefore that you marke well my Narracion,
As true Disciples my Doctrine to attend
My Testament, and last Will to you I do comend.

2.Be you Holy therefore, Sober, Honest, and Meeke;
Love God and your Neighbour, to the Poore bee not unkind;
Overcome Sathan, Gods Glory see you seeke,
My Son be gentle to all men, as a Frend;
Fatherles and Widdow have alwaies in thy minde,
Innocente Love as Brothers, the wicked do eschew,
Let Flasehood and Flattery goe ,least thou it rue.

3.Devoutely serve God, call daily for his grace,
Worship him in Spirit with heart contrite and pure,
In no wise let Sathan thy prayers deface:
Looke thou be stedfast in faith and trust most sure,
Lay up treasure in heaven which ever shall endure:
In all Adversity be gentle in thy heart
Against thy Foe; so shalt thou him convert.

4.Most heartily therefore O Lord to thee I call,
Beseeching thee to ayde me with thy heavenly grace,
Lovingly thy Spirit upon me downe let fall;
Overshaddowing me that I at no tyme trespas,
My Lord and my God grant me to purchase
Full knowledge of thy Secrets, with thy mercy to wine,
Intending thy truth this Practise I begin.

5.Listen thou my Son, and thine Eares incline,
Delight have thou to learne this Practise sage and true,
Attend my saying, and nore well this Discipline:
These Rules following do as it doth ensue,
This labour once begun thou must it continue
Without tedious sluggardice, and slothfull wearines :
So shalt thou thereby acquire to thee greate Riches.

6.In the name of God this Seacret to attaine,
Joyne thow in one Body with a perfect unity:
First the red Man, and the white Woman these twaine:
One of the Mans substance, and of the Womans three,
By Liquefaction joyned together must they be:
The which Conjunction is called Diptative,
That thus is made betweene Man and Wife;

7.Then after that they be one Body made,
With the sharpe teeth of a Dragon finely,
Bring them to Dust, the next must be had,
The true proporcion of that Dust truly,
In a true Ballance weighing them equally ;
With three tymes as much of the fiery Dragon
Mixing altogether, then hast thou well done.

8.Thy Substance thus together proportionate,
Put in a Bedd of Glasse with a bottome large and round,
There in due tyme to dye, and be regenerate
Into a new Nature, three Natures into one bound,
Then be thou glad that ever thou it found.
For this is the Jewell shall stand thee most in stead,
The Crowne of Glory, and Diadem of thy head.

9.When thou hast thus mixt thy Matter as is said,
Stop well the Glasse that the Dragon goe not out;
For he is so subtile that if he be overlayd
With Fire unnaturall, I put thee out of doubt,
For to escape he will search all about ;
Therefore with gentle Fire looke that thou keepe it in,
So shalt thou of him the whole Maystery winne.

10.The whole Maystery hereof duly to fulfill,
Set thy Glasse and Matter upon thine Athenor;
Our Furnace called the Philosophers Dunghill,
With a temperate heate working evermore;
Night and day continually have Fuell in store,
Of Turfe, of Sawdust, or dry chopped segges,
That the heate be equipolent to the Hen upon her Eggs.

11.Such heate continually loke thou doe not lack,
Forty dayes long for their perfect union
In them is made ; For first it turnes to Black,
This Collour betokens the right Putrefaction,
This is the begining of perfect Conception
Of your Infant into a new generation,
A most pretious Jewell for our Consolation.

12. Forty dayes more the Matter shall turne White,
And cleere as Pearles which is a declaration,
Of voiding away of his Cloudes darke night;
This sheweth our Infants full organization,
Our White Elixir most cleere in his Creation.
From White into all Colours withouten faile,
Like to the Rainebow or the Peacocks Tayle.

13.So forth augment thy Fire continually,
Under thy Matter easily they must be fedd,
Till these Collours be gone use it wisely;
For soone after appeareth Yellow the messenger of the Redd,
When that is come then hast thou well sped,
And hast brought forth a Stone of price,
Which Raymund calls his Basiliske and Cocatrice.

14. Then 40 dayes to take his whole Fixation,
Let it stand in heate most temperate,
That in that tyme thou spare thy Fermentation,
To increase him withall that he be not violate,
Beware of Fire and Water, for that will it suffocate.
Take one to a hundred of this Confection,
And upon crude Mercury make thou Projection.

15.One of thy Stone I meane upon an hundred fold,
After the first and second right Fermentation,
Of Mercury crude, turneth it to fine Gold,
As fine ,as good, and as naturall in ponderation,
The Stone is so vehement in his penetrations,
Fixt and Fusible as the Gold-smiths Souder is,
Worke as I have said, and thou canst not doe amisse.

16. Now give thankes to the blessed Trinity,
For the benefit of this precious Stone,
That with his grace hath so much lightned thee,
Him for to know being three in one,
Hold up thy hands to his heavenly Throne.
To his Majesty let us sing Hosanna,
Altissimo Deo sit honor & gloria.

The Conclusion.

Our Magistery is Three, Two, and One:
The Animall, Vegitable and Minerall Stone.
First I say in the name of the holy Trinity,
Locke that thou joyne in One, Persons Three.
The Fixt, the Variable and the Fugitive,
Till they together tast Death and Live.
The first is the Dragon fell,
That shall the other twaine both slay and quell:
The Sun and Moone shall loose their light,
And in mourning Sables they shall them dight,
Threescore dayes long or neere thereabouts:
Then shall Phoebus appeare first out,
With Strange Collours in all the Firmament,
Then our Joy is coming and at hand present:
Then Orient Phoebus in his hemisphere
To us full gloriously shall appeare:
Thus who can worke wisely
Shall attaine unto our Maistery.


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