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.I cannot thee tell a richer thing;Then is our Stone when he is fire dureing,Our Fire maketh he so strong.SonFather how to make our Stone,Fayne would I knowe that have we done;FatherMy Sonne with lent and easie heate,The Elements togeather will kindly meate:Haste not to fast while they be rawe,Keep well the Fier, beware of the lowe.Shutt well the Vessell least out passe the Spirit,So shall you all things the better keepe;For if the Spiritts doe passe you from,Remedy to gett them againe have you none:And how marveillous it is the Elements to meeteKeepe this as your principall secrete,At you begining give God the prayse;And keepe your Matter in heate forty dayes,But so that all things be made cleare,Or else you are never the neare:And within this tyme itt wil be Black;And oft chainge colour till it be White,There you may cease and further proceede,By mendinge the heate to your measure indeed;And there withall now will I end,And to God onely thee Commend. ANONYMI.I Shew you here a short Conclusion,To understand it if ye have grace,Wrighten without any delusion;Comprehended in a litle space.All that is in this Booke wrighten is,In the place comprehended is,How Nature worketh in her kinde,Keepe well this Lesson in your minde:I have declared micle thing,If you have grace to keepe in minde,How that our Principle is One thing,More in Number and One in kinde;For there ben things SevenThat in a Principle doe dwell,Most precious under Heven,I have so sworne I may not tell.In this Booke I shew to you in wrighting,As my Brethren doe each one,A similitude of every like thing,Of which we make our Stone.Our Stone is made of a simple thing,That in him hath both Soule and Lyfe,He is Two and One in kinde,Married together as Man and Wife:Our Sulphur is our Masculine,Our Mercury is our Femenine,Our Earth is our Water cleere;Our Sulphur also is our Fier,And as Earth is in our Water cleare,Soe is Aer in or Fier.Now have yee Elements foure of might,And yet there appeareth but two in sight;Water and Earth ye may well see,Fier and Aer in them as quality:Thys Scyence maie not be taught to every one,He were acurst that so schould done:How schould ye have Servants than?Than non for other would ought done,To tyl the Lande or drive the Plough,For ever ech man would be proud enough;Lerned and leude would put them in Presse,And in their workes be full busie,But yet thay have but little increse,The writings to them is so misty.It is full hard this Scyence to finde,For Fooles which labour against kinde;This Science I pray you to conceale,Or else with it do not you meale,For and ye canot in it prevaile,Of much sorrow rhen may you tell:By suddain mooving of Elements Nature may be letted,And wher lacks Decoction no perfection may be,For some Body with leprosy is infected;Raw watery humors cause superfluity: Therefore the Philosopher in his reason hath contrivedA perfect Medicine, for bodyes that be sick,Of all infirmetyes to be releeved,This heleth Nature and prolongeth lyfe eak;This Medicine of Elements being perfectly wrought,Receypts of the Potecary we neede not to buy,Their Druggs and Dragms we set at nought,With quid pro quo they make many aly.Our Aurum potabile Nature will increase,Of Philosophers Gold if it be perfectly wrought,The Phisitians with Minerall pureth him in prese:Litle it availeth or else right nought.This Scyence shall ye finde in the old boke of Turb;How perfectly this Medicine Philosophers have wrought,Rosary with him also doth record,More then four Elements we occupie nought;Comune Mercury and Gold we none occupie,Till we perfectly have made our Stone,Then with them two our Medicine we Multiply,Other recepts of the Potecary truly we have none.A hundred Ounces of Saturne [Lead] ye may well take;Seeth them on the fire and melt him in a mould,A Projection with your Medicin upon hem make,And anon yee shall alter him into fine Gold;One Ounce upon a hundred Ounces is sufficient,And so it is on a thousand Ounces perfectly wrought,Without dissolucion and Subtillant;Encreasing of our Medicine els have we nought.Joy eternall and everlasting blisse,Be to Almyghty God that never schal miss.In some Copies I found these followingVerses set before this Worke.Earth out of Earth clensed pure,By Earth of himselfe through his nature,Rectified by his Milke who can it tye,And afterward united with Water of lyfe truly:A Dragon lying in his deepe denne,Rotting in Water to Putrefie then:Leprouse huge and terrible in sight,By bathing and balning the Dragon cometh to light;Evermor drowned in th bottome of his Well,Tyl all his Leprousie will no longer dwell,In his owne Nature he altereth claeneInto a pure substance, ye wat what I meane.I shew you here a short Conclusion, &c.ANONYMI
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