THEATRƲM CHEMICƲM BRITANNICUM.

CONTAINING Severall Poeticall Pieces of our Famous English Philosophers, who have written the Hermetique Mysteries in their owne Ancient Language.

Faithfully Collected into one Volume, with Annotations thereon, By ELIAS ASHMOLE, Esq. Qui est Mercuriophilus Anglicus.

THE FIRST PART.

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LONDON Printed by J. Grismond for NATH: BROOKE, at the Angel in Cornhill. MDCLII.

TO All Ingeniously Elaborate Students, In the most Divine Mysteries of Hermetique Learning.

THe Subject of this ensuing Worke, is a Philoso­phicall account of that Eminent Secret treasur'd up in the bosome of Nature; which hath been sought for of Many, but found by a Few, notwithstanding Experienc'd Antiquity hath afforded faithfull (though not frequent) Discoveries thereof. Past Ages have like Rivers conveied downe to us, (upon the floate,) the more light, and Sophisticall pieces of Learning; but what were Profound and Misterious, the weight and solidity thereof, sunke to the Bottome; Whence every one who attempts to dive [...] cannot easily fetch them up: So, that what our Saviour said to his Disciples, may (I hope without offence) be spoken to the Elected Sons of Art; Unto you it is given to know the Mysteries of the Kingdome of God; but to others in Parables, that seeing they might not see, and hea­ring they might not understand.

Our English Philosophers Generally, (like Prophets) have re­ceived little honour (unlesse what hath beene privately paid them) in their owne Countrey; nor have they done any mighty Workes amongst us, except in covertly administring their Medicine to a few Sick, and healing them. (For greater Experiments then what it per­formes in Physick, they never publikely made shew of.) Thus did I▪ O. (one of the first foure Fellowes of the Fratres R. C.) in curing the young Earle of Norfolke, of the Leprosie; and Doctor B. in carry­ing off the virulency of the Small-pox, twice, from Queen Elizabeth; insomuch that they never appeared. But in Parts abroad they have found more noble Reception, and the world greedy of obteyning their Workes; nay, (rather then want the sight thereof) contented to view [Page] them through a Translation, though never so imperfect. Witnesse what Maierus, Hermannus, Combachius, Faber, and many others have done; the first of which came out of Germanie, to live in England; purposely that he might so understand our English Tongue, as to Translate Norton's Ordinall into Latin verse, which most ju­diciously and learnedly he did: Yet (to our shame be it spoken) his Entertainement was too too course for so deserving a Scholler.

How great a blemish is it then to us, that refuse to reade so Famous Authors in our Naturall Language, whilst Strangers are necessitated, to Reade them in Ours, to understand them in their Own, Yet think the dignity of the Subject, much more deserving, then their Paines.

If this we do but ingeniously Consider, we shall judge it more of Reason that we looke back upon, then neglect such pieces of Learning as are Natives of our owne Countrey, and by this Inquisition, finde no Nation hath written more, or better, although at present (as well through our owne Supinenesse, as the Decrees of Fate,) few of their Workes can be found. John Leland tooke very much paines, even at the yeilding up of the Ghost, of our English Learning, to preserve its latest (but weakest, 'cause almost spent) Breath; and from him John Bale, with John Pitts (who indeed is but Bale's Plagiary) hath left us a Catalogue of the Writers of this Nation, and that's neere all. Yet Posterity for this is deeply obliged. What punishment then did their pestilent Malice deserve, who rob'd us of their whole Workes?

A Juditious Author speaking of the Dissolution of our Monaste­ries, saith thus: Many Manuscripts, guilty of no other superstiti­on then Red letters in the Front, were condemned to the Fire; and here a principall Key of Antiquity was lost to the great pre­judice of Posterity. Indeed (such was Learnings misfortune, at that great Devastation of our English Libraries, that) where a Red let­ter or a Mathematicall Diagram appeared, they were sufficient to intitle the Booke to be Popish or Diabolicall.

Our English Nation hath ever beene happy for Learning and Learned men, and to illustrate this, I hope it will not prove distast­full.

As first, the Druydae (the famous and mysterious Druydae) that were Priests, D [...]viners, and Wise men: and took their Originall and Name from Druys Sarronyus the fourth King of the Celts, (styled Sapientum & Augurum Doctor,) who dyed Anno Mundi. 2069.

[Page] Next the Bardi, who celebrated the Illustrious Deeds of Famous Men, which they ingenio [...]sly dispos'd in Heroique Verse, and sung them to the sweete Melody of the Harpe: Amongst other Testimo­nies hereof receive Chaucer's;

The old gentle Brittons in her dayes
Of divers aventures maden Layes,
Rymed first in her Mother Tongue,
Whych Layes, with her Instruments they songe.

These Philosophers had their Name from Bardus Druydus (the 5 King of the Celts,) who was the first Inventor of Verses, as Berosius tells us; and dyed An. Mundi 2138. Neither of these Sects of Philo­sophers used any writing (indeed it was not lawfull; for,) such was the Policy and Curiosity of Elder Ages (to defend their Learning and Mysteries from the Injury of Ignorant Interpretations) that they delivered them to Posterity, by Tradition only.

Caesar testifies, (and tis a noble Testimony) That the Learning of the Druydi, was first invented in Britaine, and thence transf [...]rr'd into France; and that, in all his time, those of France came over hither to be Instructed. Agricola (in Tacitus) preferrs the Britaines before the Students of France (notwithstanding that they were of a docible Wit, and apt to Learne) in that they were curious in attain­ing the Eloquence of the Latin Tongue.

As for Magick, Pliny tells us, It flourished in Britaine, and that the People there were so devoted to it (yea, with all Complements of Ceremony) a man would think that even the Persian learned his Ma­gick thence.

A Germane Poet, sayes, that when the World was troubled with Pannonick Invasions, England flourished in the knowledge of all good Arts; and was able to send of her Learned Men into other Countries, to propogate Learning; and instances Winifrid (alias Boniface the Devonshire Man) and Willebroad (the Northerne Man) that were sent into Germany.

Nay more, England was twice Schoole-Mistris to France (for so saith Peter Ramus) viz. First by the Druydae (who taught them their Discipline) and afterwards by Alcunius, in Charles the Great's time, through whose perswasions the Emperour founded the University of Paris.

For the Saxons, it is not to be denied but that many of them, after [Page] their conversion to Christianity, were exceedingly Learned, and be­fore that, much addicted to Southsaying, Augury, Divination by the Neighing of Horses, &c. And tis worth the Enquiry (there being more in it then we ordinarily apprehend) why they in Generall worship­ed Herthas [i. e. Dame Earth] for a Goddesse, and honoured Mercury above all the Gods of the Germanes, whom they called Wooden, (hence Wodensday now our Wednesday?) For, they be­lieved that this Dame Herthus Intermediated in Humane Affaires and Relieved the Poore; whose Image was made Armed, standing among Flowers, having in its right hand a Staffe, and in it a Banner, wherein was painted a Rose; In the other Hand a Ballance, and upon the Head thereof a Cock; on the Brest a carved Beare, and before the Midle, a fixed Scutchion; in Chiefe whereof was also a Ballance; in Face, a Lyon; and in Point, a Rose. And for their God Wooden they esteemed him as their God of Battaile, representing him by an Armed Man. Insomuch that wee to this very day retaine the Word Wood among us, to Signifie Fierce, Furious, Raging, [as when one is in a great Rage, we usually say he is Wood:] So the Mercury of the Philosophers is shaddowed under the fierce and terrible Names of Lyon, Dragon, Poyson, &c. But this is not All, although it be Some­thing.

And now to come yet neerer to our Selves; we must needs say that of Later Times (since the Conquest) our Nation hath produced such Famous and eminently learned Men, as have equall'd (if not surpast) the greatest Schollers of other Nations, and happy were we if now we could but partake of those Legacies they left, and which Envy and Ignorance has defrauded us of: (Howsoever the small remainder which is left, we have good reason to prize,

For out of olde Fields as Men saythe,
Cometh alle this new Corne fro yeare to yeare;
And out of olde Bokes in good faythe
Cometh alle this Scyence, that Meuleare.)

That England hath beene successively enrich'd with such Men, our Country men John Leland (and I never heard he was Partiall) abundantly Testifies: who avers, That Generally wee have had a great number of excellent Wits and Writers, learned with the best as Times served, who besides their knowledge in the foure Tongues, in [Page] which part of them excelled, there was no Liberall Science or any Feate concerning Learning, in which they have not shewed certainte Arguments of great Felicity and Wit. And thus much for the Gene­rality of Learning.

Now for a Particular account of the Hermetique Science, vouch­safe (Ingenious Reader) to accept the ensuing Collections, yet not so, as if therein were contained all the Workes of our English Her­metique Philosophers, (for more are design'd in a Second Part to follow and compleate this a full Theatrum; the which GOD allow­ing me further Time and Tranquility to run through it, as I have already this, I intend shortly to make ready for the Presse.) Whereby yet more to manifest what Men we have had, no lesse famous for this kinde of Philosophy, then for all other Commendable Arts and Sciences.

To adde any thing to the praise thereof, were but to hold a Candle before the Sunne; or should I here deliver a full Account of the Mar­vellous Operations and Effects thereof, it would be as far beyond the limits of a Preface, as remote from the Beliefe of the generality of the World. Nor doe I expect that all my Readers should come with an Engagement, to believe what I here write, or that there was ever any such thing in rerum natura as what we call A Philosophers Stone, nor will I perswade them to it, (though I must tell them I have not the vanity to publish these Sacred and Serious Mysteries and Arcana, as Romances) tis enough that I know Incredulity is given to the world as a punishment. Yet Ile tell them what one of our Ancient Poeticall Philosophers sayes,

If yow wyl lysten to my Lay,
Something thereby yow maie finde,
That may content your minde:
I will not sweare to make yow give credence,
For a Philosopher will finde, here in Evidence
Of the Truth; and to Men that be Lay,
I skill not greatly what they say.

I must professe I know enough to hold my Tongue, but not enough to Speake; and the no lesse Reall then Miraculous Fruits I have found in my diligent enquiry into these Arcana, lead me on to such degrees of Admiration, they command Silence, and force me to lose [Page] my Tongue. Yet, as one greatly affecting my Native Countrey, and the satisfaction of all Ingenious Artists, I have published (for their use) these ensuing Collected Antiquities; and shall here say some­thing more then they speak of.

He who shall have the happinesse to meet with S. Dunstans Work [...] De Occulta Philosophia, (a Booke which E. G. A. I. made much use of, and which shall chiefly back what here I am about to say) may therein reade such Stories as will make him amaz'd to think what stupendious and Immense things are to bee performed by vertue of the Philosophers Mercury, of which a Taste onely and no more.

And first, of the Minerall Stone, the which is wrought up to the degree onely that hath the power of Transmuting any Imperfect Earthy Matter into its utmost degree of Perfection; that is, to con­vert the basest of Metalls into perfect Gold and Silver; Flints into all manner of Precious Stones; [as Rubies, Saphirs, Emeralds, and Diamonds, &c.] and many more Experiments of the like nature. But as this is but a part, so it is the least share of that Blessing which may be acquired by the Philosophers Materi [...] if the full vertue thereof were knowne. Gold I confesse is a delicious Object, a goodly Light, which we admire and gaze upon ut Pueri in Junonis avem; but, us to make Gold (saith an incomparable Authour) is the cheif­est intent of the Alchimists, so was it scarce any intent of the ancient Philosophers, and the lowest use the Adepti made of this Materia.

For they being lovers of Wisdome more then Worldly Wealth, drove at higher and more Excellent Operations: And certainly He to whom the whole Course of Nature lyes open, rejoyceth not so much that he can make Gold and Silver, or the Divell [...] to become Subject to him, as that he sees the Heavens open, the Angells of God Ascend­ing and Descending, and that his own Name is fairely written in the Book of life.

Next, to come to the Vegitable, Magicall, and Ang [...]licall Stones; the which have in them no part of the Minerall Stone (Quatenus a Stone, Fermented with Metalline and Earthy Nature) for they are marvelously Subtile, and each of them difforing in Operation and Nature, because Fitted and Formented so severall [...] and Purposes. Doubtlesse Adam (with the Fathers before the [...]lood, [Page] and since) Abraham, Moses, and Solomon, wrought many Won­ders by them, yet the utmost of their Vertues they never fully under­stood; nor indeed any but GOD the Maker of All things in Heaven and Earth, blessed for evermore.

For, by the Vegitable may be perfectly known the Nature of Man, Beasts, Foules, Fishes, together with all kinds of Trees, Plants, Flowers, &c. and how to produce and make them Grow, Flourish & beare Fruit; how to encrease them in Colour and Smell, and when and where we please, and all this not onely at an instant, Experimenti gratia, but Daily, Monethly, Yearly, at any Time, at any Season; yea, in the depth of Winter. And therefore not unlike, but the Wall­nut-Tree which anciently grew in Glastenbury Church-yard, and never put forth Leaves before S. Barnabies Day, yet then was fully loaded with them, as also the Hawthorne there, so greatly fam'd for shooting forth Leaves and Flowers at Christmas, together with the Oake in New-Forrest in Hampshire that bore greene Leaves at the same Season; may be some Experiments made of the Vegitable Stone.

Besides the Masculine part of it which is wrought up to a Solar Quality, and through its exceeding Heat will burne up and destroy any Creature, Plant, &c. That which is Lunar & Feminine (if imme­diately applyed) will mitigate it with its extreme Cold: and in like manner the Lunar Quality benums and congeals any Animall, &c. unlesse it be presently helped and resolved by that of the Sun; For though they both are made out of one Natural Substance; yet in work­ing they have contrary Qualities: neverthelesse there is such a naturall Assistance between them, that what the one cannot doe, the other both can, and will perform.

Nor are their inward Vertues more then their outward Beauties; for the Solar part is of so resplendent, transparent Lustre, that the Eye of Man is scarce able to indure it; and if the Lunar part be ex­pos'd abroad in a dark Night, Birds will repaire to (and circulate about) it, as a Fly round a Candle, and submit themselves to the Captivity of the Hand: And this invites mee to believe, that the Stone which the ancient Hermet (being then 140 Years old) tooke out of the Wall in his Cell, and shewed Cornelius Gallus, Ann. 1602. was of the Nature of this Vegitable Stone: For, (upon the opening his Golden Box wherein it was inclosed) it dilated its Beames all [Page] over the Roome, and that with so great Splendor, that it overcame the Light that was kindled therein; Besides the Hermet refused to project it upon Metall (as being unworthy of it) but made his Experi­ment upon Veronica and Rue.

By the Magicall or Prospective Stone it is possible to discover any Person in what part of the World soever, although never so secretly concealed or hid; in Chambers, Closets, or Cavernes of the Earth: For there it makes a strict Inquisition. In a Word, it fairely presents to your view even the whole World, wherein to behold, heare, or see your Desire. Nay more, It enables Man to understand the Lan­guage of the Creatures, as the Chirping of Birds, Lowing of Beasts, &c. To Convey a Spirit into an Image, which by observing the Influence of Heavenly Bodies, shall become a true Oracle; And yet this as E. A. assures you, is not any wayes Necromanticall, or Devi­lish; but easy, wonderous easy, Naturall and Honest.

Lastly, as touching the Angelicall Stone, it is so subtill, saith the aforesaid Author, that it can neither be seene, felt, or weighed; but Tasted only. The voyce of Man (which bears some proportion to these subtill properties,) comes short in comparison; Nay the Air it selfe is not so penetrable, and yet (Oh mysterious wonder!) A Stone, that will lodge in the Fire to Eternity without being prejudiced. It hath a Divine Power, Celestiall, and Invisible, above the rest; and endowes the possessor with Divine Gifts. It affords the Apparition of Angells, and gives a power of conversing with them, by Dreames and Reve­lations: nor dare any Evill Spirit approach the Place where it lodg­eth. Because it is a Quintessence wherein there is no corruptible Thing: and where the Elements are not corrupt, no Devill can stay or abide.

S. Dunston calls it the Food of Angels, and by others it is tearmed The Heavenly Viaticum; The Tree of Life; and is un­doubtedly (next under GOD) the true Alchochodon, or Giver of Years; for by it Mans Body is preserved from Corruption, being thereby inabled to live a long time without Foode: nay 'tis made a question whether any Man can Dye that uses it. Which I dot not so much admire, as to think why the Possessors of it should desire to live, that have those Manifestations of Glory and Eternity, presented unto their Fleshly Eyes; but rather desire to be Dissolved, and to enjoy the full Fruition, then live where they must be contem with the bar [...] Spe­culation.

[Page] After Hermes had once obtained the Knowledge of this Stone, he gave ever the use of all other Stones, and therein only delighted: Moses, and Solomon, (together with Hermes were the only three, that) excelled in the Knowledge thereof, and who therewith wrought Wonders.

That there is a Gift of Prophesie hid in the Red-stone, Racis will tell you; for thereby (saith he) Philosophers have foretold things to come: And Petrus Bonus avers, that they did Prophesie, not on­ly Generally but Specially; having a Fore-knowledge of the Re­surrection, Incarnation of Christ, day of Judgement, and that the World should be consumed with Fire: and this not otherwise, then from the Insight of their Operations.

In Briefe, by the true and various use of the Philosophers Prima materia (for there are diversities of Gifts, but the same spirit) the perfection of Liberall Sciences are made known, the whole Wis­dome of Nature may be grasped: And (Notwithstanding what has been said, I must further adde) There are yet hid greater things then these, for we have seen but few of his Workes.

Howbeit, there are but a few Stocks that are fitted to Inoculate the Grafts of this Science on: They are Mysteries Incommunicable to any but the Adepti, and those that have beene Devoted even from their Cradles to serve and waite at this Altar: And how rare­ly such have been heard of, may appear by Norton:

For few (saith he) or scarcely Due
In Fifteene Kingdomes hadour Red Stone.

And they perhaps were (with S. Paul) Caught up into Paradice, and as he, heard unspeakeable Words, so they, wrought unoperable Workes; such as it is not lawfull for to utter.

Of such as these therefore will I glory, yet of my selfe I will not glory, but of mine Infirmities. And truly whether such were in the Body or out of the Body I cannot tell, GOD knoweth, doubt­lesse they were not far from the Kingdome of GOD.

But I feare I have waded too farre; and therefore now to give some Particular Account, aswell touching the Publication of this Worke, as also the Disposition thereof, and the Nature of the Obse­lete Language wherein tis written: I shall in the First place acquaint the Reader, that the kinde Acceptance my former Endeavours re­ceived at the Hands of Candid Artists, in publishing some Chemicall Collections; very earnestly invited me to finde out a Second Piece [Page] wherewith to present those Gratefull Persons. Whereupon I inten­ded to rally up some of my own Conceptions in this Science, and ex­pose them also to the Test: But (to this end, reviewing the Philoso­phers) I found that many (assuming that Name) wrote what their Fancies, not their Hands had wrought, and further then in Appre­hension had not seene Projection; (amongst whom our Ripley was sometime One, as appeares by his Ingenious Retractation, hereafter mentioned:) and being truly sensible of the great Injury such Workes have done young Students (at the first not able to distin­guish, who have written upon their undeceveable Experience, who not; and consequently, not which to follow, or which to avoyde) I withdrew my Thoughts (having never as yet set my selfe Effectu­ally upon the Manuall Practise.) lest I should adde to the many In­juries the World has already suffered, by delivering the bare Med­ley of my Dubious Apprehensions, without the confident Attesta­tion of Practise: and be justly esteemed as indiscreete as those whom Ripley mentions, that prate.

Of Robin Hode and of his Bow,
Which never shot therein I trow.

Yet still casting about what to make choyce of, at length (by th [...] incouragement of some that are Industrious after publique benefit) Centred my Thoughts, and fix'd them on this designe of Collecting All (or as many as I could meete with) of our own English Herme­tique Philosophers, and to make them publique.

Nor did I change this Resolution with my Clothes, notwithstand­ing the Difficulties I saw, ready to encounter and obstruct the Un­dertaking: For, besides the Paines and Care that was thereunto re­quisite, the Feare of not meeting with, or obtaining the Originall Manuscripts, or Authentique Copies of this Nature, (which I knew to be in some Mens hands, yet wanting them my selfe,) shrewdly be­set, though nothing discourag'd me: yet was I therewith freely and plentifully supplyed by some worthy and intimate Friends, whom I would gladly here mention, but that I well know they delight not to see their Names in Print. These had, My Care was next to dispose them in such a Series as might be answerable to the Respective Times, wherein each Author Flourished; and withall to the best Advantage of the laborious Student: the which I have manag'd with so just an Adequation, as (I hope) will neither detract from the due Honour of the One, nor yet disturbe or darken the direct path of the Other.

[Page] But whilst I was doing this, I made a Question (in regard some Philosophers had writ in Verse, others in Prose) which of these should take Precedency; and after some Consideration adjudged it to the Poetique part: And that, not only because its Originall may probably Anticipate the time of Orpheus, (although he be noted by Maierus, Primus Antistes, Sacerdos, Theologus, VATES, & Doctor totius Graecorum nationis) because that Linus is said to be the most Perite of any Lyrick Poet, and so Ancient that some suppose him Master to Orpheus, who writ that admirable Allegory of the Gol­den Fleece, and was the first of all the Grecians that brought the Chemick Learning (with other Sciences) out of Aegipt, as the other the first that brought the Phaenician Learning to the Grecians: I say not only for that it is the Ancientest, and Prose but of Latter use with other Nations: but because Poetry hath bin most Anciently used with us, and (as if from a Grant of Nature) held unquestionable.

Again, the Excellent Melody thereof is so Naturall and Univer­sall, as that it seemes to be borne with all the Nations of the World, as an Hereditary Eloquence proper to all Mankinde: Nor was this all, for I considered that it Claimes a Generall succession, and Re­ception, in All Nations, all Ages, who were never without a Ho­mer, a Virgil, or an Ovid: No not this small Segment of the World [England] without a Rasis Cestrensis and an Hortulanus; For the First of these, His Liber Luminum, and his Lumen de Luminum, are the Ancientest now extant in Latine Verse: In the latter of which, I cannot omit this Title of his, [Responsio Rasis Cestrensis Filio suo Merlino;] whereby it appeares he was Merlin's Contemporary (at least) if not his Mister, in this Abstruse Mystery. These Workes of his are both Published by Hermannus, but very Imperfectly, as I found by Comparing them with a Manuscript, as ancient as King John's Time. And for the Second He was the first Christian Philo­sopher after Morienus, who (travelling abroad, and returning hither in the Raigne of William the Conquerour) because he was the first that Transplanted the Chemicall Muses from remotest Parts into his own Country; is called Garland, ab Coronam Hermeticam & Poeticam. But, to returne to our Matter.

If neither its Antiquity, nor the Naturall Ratification, Generall Succession, and Reception thereof, were enough to allow it the Righ [...] ­hand of Fellowship, yet I suppose the Effects thereof, (which so affect and delight the Eare, rejoyce the Heart, satisfie the Judge­ment, [Page] and indulge the Hearers) justly may: In regard Poesy has a Life, a Pulse, and such a secret Energy, as leaves in the Minde, a far deeper Impression, then what runs in the slow and evenlesse Numbers of Prose: whereby it won so much upon the World, That in Rude Times, and even amongst Barbarous Nations, when other sorts of Learning stood excluded, there was nothing more in Estimation. And for that we call Rythme; the Custome of divers of our Saxon and Norman Poets, shewes the Opinion they had thereof; whilst the Latine (notwithstanding its Excellency) could not sufficiently delight their Eares, unlesse their Verses (in that Language,) were form'd with an Harmonicall Cadence, and brought into Rythme: Nor did the Ancients wrap up their Chiefest Mysteries, any where else, then in the Parobolical & Allufive part of Poetry, as the most Sacred, and Venerable in their Esteeme, and the securest from Prophane and Vulgar Wits. For such was the goodnesse of our Fathers, that they would not willingly hazard (much lesse throw) their Childrens Bread among Dogs; And therefore their Wisdome and Policy was, First, to finde out a way to Teach, and then an Art (which was this) to Conceale. In a word, to prefer Prose before Poetry, is no other, or better, then to let a Rough-hewen-Clowne, take the Wall of a Rich-clad-Lady of Honour: or to Hang a Presence Chamber with Tarpalin, instead of Tapestry.

And for these Reasons, and out of these Respects, the Poeticall (as I conceiv'd) deserved the Precedency.

Howbeit probably some of these Pieces (now brought to publique Light) had welnigh perish'd in a silent Ruine; and Destruction g [...]t a compleate Victory over them, but that my Diligence and Labori­ous Inquisition rescued them from the Jawes thereof: being almost quite shrouded in the Dust of Antiquity, and involv'd in the obscurity of forgotten things, with their Leaves halfe Worme-eaten. And a wonder it is, that (like the Creatures in Noahs Arke) they were hitherto so safely preserved from that Universall Deluge, which (at the Dissolution of Abbies) everflowed our greatest Libraries.

And in doing thus, I presume it no Arrogance to challenge the Reputation of performing a Worke, next that of a Mans own: and something more, in that (as if having the Elixir it selfe) I have made Old Age become Young and Lively, by restoring each of the Ancient Writers, not only to the Spring of their severall Beauties, but to the Summer of their Strength and Perfection.

[Page] As for the whole Worke it selfe, it is sheav'd up from a few gleanings in part of our English Fields; where though I have bestow­ed my Industry to pick up here and there, what I could finde in my way, yet I believe there are many other Pieces of this Nature in private Hands, which if any are pleas'd (out of the same Ingenious score that I have published these,) to Communicate to me: I shall set thereon a value sutable to the worth of their Favours, and let the World know its Obligation to them besides.

The Style and Language thereof, may, I confesse (to some) seeme Irksome and Uncouth, and so it is indeed to those that are strangers thereunto; but withall very Significant: Old words have strong Emphasis; others may look upon them as Rubbish or Trifles, but they are grosty Mistaken: for what some light Braines may esteem as Foolish Toys; deeper Judgements can and will value as sound and serious Matter.

We English have often varied our Fashions (such is the levity of our Fancies) and therefore if you meet with Spellings different from those in use; or uncouth Words as strangely ridiculous, as a Maunch, Hood, Cod-piece, or Trunke-hose, know; as they were the fashionable Attyres, so these the usuall Dialects of those Times: And Posterity will pay us in our own Coyne, should we deride the behaviour and dresse of our Ancestors. For we must consider that Languages which are daily used in our Discourse, are in as continuall Mutation: what Custome brings into habit, is best lik'd for the Present, whether it be to revive what is lost, or introduce something new; or to piece up the present, with the retained shreds of what preceded; But learned Tongues (which are contain'd in Books) injoy a more immutable Fate, because not subject to be washt away with the daily tyde and current of Times. They are like the fashion and Drapery wrought on Marble Statutes, which must [...]ver be retained without alteration.

And therefore that the Truth and Worth of their Workes might receive no Diminution by my Transcription, I purposely retain'd the old Words and manner of their Spelling, as I found them in the Ori­ginalls (except only some palpable Mistakes and Blemishes of former Transcribers, which I took upon me to correct and purge as litle more then Litterall Imperfections:) yet not to leave the Reader unsatisfied, have added a Compendious Table, for the Interpretation of Old, unusuall, and obsolete Words, and thereby smooth'd (as I suppose) the Passage for such as have not hitherto bin Conversant in these An­cient Rough hew'd Expressions.

[Page] Wherefore you that love to converse with the Dead, or consult with their Monuments, draw near: perhaps you may find more benefit in them, then the Living; There you may meet with the Genii of our Her­metique Philosophers, learne the Language in which they woo'd and courted Dame Nature, and enjoy them more freely, and at Greater Command, (to satisfie your Doubts) then when they were in the Flesh; For, they have Written more then they would Speake; and left their Lines so Rich, as if they had dissolved Gold in their Inke, and clad their Words with the Soveraign Moysture.

My Annotations are limited within the Bounds of what is Histo­ricall, or what occasionally must needs intrench on the Confines of other Arts, and all Glosses upon the Philosophicall Worke purposely omitted, for the same Reasons that I chose to send forth other Mens Children into the World, rather then my own. And what presumptu­ous Mistaks, or Errors, the Candid Reader shall meet with, will (I hope) be Censured with no lesse Favour and Charity, then that where­by they are wont to Judge the Faults of those they esteem their Friends and Well-wishers.

And now to Conclude: May the GOD of NATURE be grati­ously pleased (out of the Immense Treasury of his Goodness) to vouch safe all such (whose good Angells direct them to, or have alreadly Reli­giously Engaged them in this Mysterious knowledge) the Full and En­tire Accomplishments of a True and Pious Philosopher, [To wit, Learning, Humility, Judgement, Courage, Hope, Patience, Discre­tion, Charity & Secrecie:] That so they may enjoy the Fruits of their Labours, which otherwise will be but vain, and unpleasant: and cause­l [...]sly render the Divine Science and Secret it selfe, Contemptible.

Farewell (Industrious Students) and let your Goodnesse still in­vite [...]e to accomplish the End I have proposed: In doing which, (I presume) you may one Day esteeme me, better deserving your Patro­nage; At least-wise, your charitable Censure: which is all the Re­compence Expected or Merited, by him, who is

Yours Really Devoted, E. Ashmole.
THE ORDINALL OF ALCH …

THE ORDINALL OF ALCHIMY.

VVritten by THOMAS NORTON OF BRISTOLL.

LIber iste Clericis monstrat scientiam,
Liber sed Laicis auget inscitiam:
Liber, honores juvans per copiam:
Et Liber pauperum fugans inopiam:
Liber fiduciae est & veritatis:
Regibus consilium, doctrina Praelatis:
Et Liber utilis viris beatis
Vivere qui cupiunt abs (que) peccatis.
Liber secretum, Liber doni Dei,
Electis semita, vires bonae spei,
Valens constantibus firmae fidei:
Ve non credentibus verbis oris mei.
Quaerunt Alchimiam, falsi quoque recti:
Falsi sine numero, sed hi sunt rejecti,
Et cupiditatibus (heu) tot sunt infecti,
Quod inter mille millia, vix sunt tres electi,
Istam ad scientiam multi sunt vocati
Nobiles, & pauperes, inscii, literati;
Qui noelunt labores, neque tempus pati;
Ideo non perficient, quia sunt ingrati.
Liber Artis filios docet iste satis,
Quibus haec percipere deus dedit gratis,
Versiculis propheticis quatuor his credatis,
Omnia dat gratis divinae fons pietatis.
Haec nobilis scientia est tantum illis data,
Qui diligunt justitiam, mente cum beata;
Dolosis, & raptoribus sed est denegata,
Propter peccata tardantur munera grata.
[Page 4] Saepe Reges Angliae decorasset haec res,
Firmasi in domino fuisset eorum spes;
Ille sed qui capiet per hanc rem honores,
Antiquos mores mutabit in meliores.
Iste cumque venerit, regnum reformabit,
Virtutibus & moribus, & exemplum dabit
Sempiternum Regibus; plebs tunc jubilabit,
Et mutuo se diligens laudes Deo dabit:
O Rex, haec facturus! Deum Regem ora,
Et ejus auxilium pro re hac implora:
Tunc regi justo fulgenti mente decora
Grata supervenient quâ non sperabitur hora.
THis Booke the greatest Clearkes may teach,
But shorteneth the Vulgar-Reach:
A Booke that gets by Wealth) Renowne,
And Boggles at a thred-bare-Gowne:
A trusty-Booke of faithfull-Things;
Instructing Priests, Advising Kings:
A Booke that's fitted for the sence
Of Man, who lives without offence:
A Booke of secrets given by God;
To men Elect, a Beaten-Trod:
Availing such as constant be
In Faith, and Hope, and trusting Me.
Good Men and Bad, even Numberlesse,
(The latter, but without successe)
Desire the Art: But still (Alas!)
They are so given to Avarice,
That of a Million, hardly three
Were ere Ordaind for Alchimy.
Yet many called every Houre,
Learn'd and Unlearned, Rich, and Poore;
Who'll neither Tend, nor take the Paines;
And therefore Trudge without the Gaines.
On whom God doth this Art bestow,
Her Sons may herein fully know:
By these
These foure-Prophetick lines extracted from Sir John Abbot of Brid­liugtons Pro­phecies, Ubi de Tauro, &c.
foure-lines you may believe
Heaven doth all things gratis give.
This Art in such you only finde
As Justice love, with spotles-Minde:
But tis deny'd to guilefull Men;
For sin protracts the gifts of Heaven.
[Page 5] These had adorn'd the English-Throne,
If they had trusted God alone:
For he that hereby Honor winns,
Shall change the old for better things.
And when he comes to rule the Land,
Reforme it with a vertuous hand:
Leaving examples of good deedes
To every King that him succeedes:
Then shall the People Jubilize
In mutuall love; and sacrifise
Praises to God. O King that shall
These Workes.! implore the God of all
For timely helpe, in this good thing:
So to a Just, and Glorious King,
Most goodly Graces shall descend,
When least look'd for: To Crowne his End.

THE PROHEME.

TO the honor of God, One in Persons three,
This Boke is made, that Lay-men shulde it
And Clerks alsoe, after my decease,
Whereby all Lay-men which putteth see,
To seech by Alkimy great ryches to winn them in prease,
May finde good Counseller they such warke begin;
And greate deceipts they may hereby eschewe,
And by this doctrine know fals men from trewe.
Nathles Clerks greate seacreats heere may leare,
But all Lay men shall finde heere cause to feare,
And to beware of falsillusions,
Which Multiplyers worke with their Conclusions:
But for that I desire not worldly fame,
But your good prayers, unknowne shall be my name.
That no man shulde therafter search, ne looke,
But wisely Consider the flowers of this booke:
Of every estate that is within Mankind
If yee make search much people ye may finde,
Which to Alkimy their Corage doe address
Only for appetite of Lucre and Riches.
As Popes with Cardinalls of Dignity,
Archbyshopes with Byshopes of high degree;
With Abbots and Priors of Religion,
With Friars, Heremites, and Preests manie one,
And Kings with Princes and Lords great of blood,
For every estate desireth after good;
[Page 7] And Merchaunts also which dwell in the fiere
Of brenning Covetise, have thereto desire;
And Common-workemen will not be out-lafte,
For as well as Lords they love this noble Crafte▪
As Gouldsmithes whome we shulde lest repreve
For sights in their Craft meveth them to beleeve:
But wonder it is that Wevers deale with such warks,
Free Masons and Tanners with poore Parish Clerks;
Tailors and Glasters woll not thereof cease,
And eke sely Tinkers will put them in the prease
With greate presumption; but yet some collour there was,
For all such Men as give Tincture to Glasse:
But many Artificers have byn over-swifte
With hasty Credence to fume away their thrifte:
And albeit that losses made them to smarte,
Yet ever in hope continued their hearte,
Trusting some tyme to speede right well,
Of many such truly I can tell,
Which in such hope continued all their lyfe,
Whereby they were pore and made to unthrife:
It had byne good for them to have left off
In season, for noughte they founde but a scoffe,
For trewly he that is not a greate Clerke
Is nice and lewde to medle with this warke;
Ye may trust me well it is no small inginn
To know all secreats pertaining to the Myne;
For it is most profound Philosophie,
The subtill science of holy Alkimy,
Of which Science here I intend to write,
Howbeit I may not curiously indite.
For he that shulde all a common people teache,
He must for them use plaine and common speache;
Though that I write in plaine, and hoemely wise
No good Man then shulde such writenge dispise.
[Page 8] All Masters that write of this Soleme werke
They made their Bokes to many Men full derke,
In Poyses, Parables, and in Metaphors alsoe,
Which to Shollers causeth peine and woe:
For in their practise whan they would it assay,
They leese their Costs, as men see aldaye.
Hermes, Rasis, Geber, and Avicen,
Merlin, Hortolan, Democrit, and Morien,
Bacon, and Raimond, with others many moe
Wrote under covert, and Aristotle alsoe.
For what hereof they wrote with their penn,
Their Cloudy Clauses dulled many Men:
Fro Lay-men, Fro Clearks, and so fro every Man
They hid this Art that no Man finde it cann.
By their bokes do they shew Reasons faire,
Whereby much people are brought into dispaire.
Yet Anaxagoras wrote plainest of them all
In his boke of Conversions naturall;
Of the old Fathers that ever I founde
He most disclosed of this Science the grownde;
Whereof Aristotle had greate envy,
And him rebuked unrightfully
In many places, as I can well report,
Intending that men to him shulde not resort:
For he was large of his cunning and love,
God have his soule in blisse with him above:
And suche as sowed envious seede,
God forgive them their misdeede.
As the Mounke which a Boke did write
Of a thousand receipts in mallice for despight;
Which be coppied in many a place
Whereby hath beene made pale many a Face;
And many Gownds have byne made bare of hewe,
And men made fals which before tyme were trewe.
[Page 9] Wherefore my Pitty doth me constreyne
To shew the trewth in fewe words and plaine,
Soe that you may fro false doctrine flee,
If ye give Credence to this boke and mee;
Avoide your Bokes written of Receipts,
For all such Receipts are full of Deceipts;
Trust not such Receipts, and lerne well this Clause,
Nothing is wrought but by his proper Cause:
Wherefore that Practise falleth farr behinde
Wher Knowledge of the cause is not in minde:
Therefore remember ever more wisely,
That you woorke nothing but you knowe howe and whie.
Alsoe he that would in this Arte proceede,
To eschewe falshood he hath greate need:
For trewth is good which this Arte must guide,
Wherefore to falshood ye may never slide;
But stedfastly your minde must be set,
Fals Colloured Metall never to Counterfett;
As thei that seeke Blanchers or Citrinacions,
Which woll not abide all Examinacions,
Wherewith fals Plate they make as they cann
Or Money to beguile some good trew Mann:
But God hath made that of this blessed Arte,
All that be fals shall have thereof noe parte;
He must have Grace that would for this Arte sue,
Therefore of right him needeth to be trew:
Also he may not be trobled in his Minde
With outward charges▪ which this Arte would finde:
And he that would have his intent,
He must have Riches sufficient.
In many wayes he maie not looke
But only pursue the order of this Boke;
Named of Alkimy the Ordinall,
The Crede mihi, the Standard perpetuall:
[Page 10] For like as the Ordinall to Preesti sotteth out
The service of the dayes as they goe aboute:
Soe of all the Bokes unordered in Alkimy
The effect is here set out Orderly:
Therefore this Boke to an Alchimister wise,
Is a Boke of incomparable price;
Whose trewth shall never be defiled,
Though it appeare in homely wise compiled:
And as I had this Arte by Grace from Heaven,
I give you the same here in Chapters seaven:
As largely as by my fealty I may,
By licence of the dreadfull Judge at domes daye.
The first Chapter shall all Men teache
What manner People may this Science reache,
And whie the trew Science of Alkimy,
Is of old Fathers called Blessed and Holy.
In the second Chapter maie be sayne,
The nice Joyes thereof, with the greate paine.
The third Chapter for the love of One,
Shall trewly disclose the Matters of our Stone;
Which the Arabies doon Elixir call,
Whereof it is, there understonde you shall.
The fowerth Chapter teacheth the grosse Werke,
A foule laboure not kindly for a Clerke.
In which is found full greate travaile,
With many perills, and many a faile.
The fift Chapter is of the subtill Werk,
Which God ordeyned only for a Clerke;
Full few Clerks can it comprehend,
Therefore to few Men is the Science send.
The sixt Chapter is of Concord and love,
Between low natures, and heavenly spheares above:
Whereof trew knowledge advanceth greatly Clerks,
And causeth furtherance in our wonderfull werks.
The seaventh Chapter trewly teach you shall,
The doubtfull Regiments of your Fires all.
NOw Soveraigne Lord God me guide and speede,
For to my Matters as now I will proceede,
Praying all men which this Boke shall finde,
With devoute Prayers to have my soule in minde;
And that noe Man for better ne for worse,
Chaunge my writing for drede of Gods curse:
For where quick sentence shall seame not to be
Ther may wise men finde selcouthe previtye;
And chaunging of some one sillable
May make this Boke unprofitable.
Therefore trust not to one Reading or twaine,
But twenty tymes it would be over sayne;
For it conteyneth full ponderous sentence,
Albeit that it faute forme of Eloquence;
But the best thing that ye doe shall,
Is to reade many Bokes, and than this withall.

Ro: Ʋaughan sculp:

Nortons Ordinall.

CHAP. I.

MAIS tryefull merveylous and Archimastrye
Is the tincture of holi Alkimy:
A wonderfull Science, secrete Philosophie,
A singular grace & gifte of th'almightie:
Which never was founde by labour of Mann,
But it by Teaching, or Revelacion begann.
It was never for Mony sold ne bought,
By any Man which for it hath sought:
But given to an able Man by grace,
Wrought with greate Cost, with long layfir and space.
It helpeth a Man when he hath neede,
It voydeth vaine Glory, Hope, and also dreade:
It voydeth Ambitiousnesse, Extorcion, and Excesse,
It fenceth Adversity that shee doe not oppresse.
He that thereof hath his full intent,
Forsaketh Extremities, with Measure is content.
Some people would not have it cauled Holy,
And in this wise thei doe replye,
Thei say how Painims maie this Arte have,
Such as our Lord God woll never save:
For their wilfull fals infidelitie,
The cause of goodnes, possessours cannot be.
Alsoe it maketh none other thing
But Gold or Silver, for Mony, Cupp, or Ring.
Whiche of wise men is proved and well founde
Least verteous thing that is upon the Ground.
Wherefore concluding all men of that sect,
Say, how this Science n'is holy in effect.
To this we say and wittnes as we cann
How that this Science was never tought to Man;
[Page 14] But he were proved perfectly with space,
Whether he were able to receyve this Grace:
For his Trewth, Vertue, and for his stable Witt,
Which if he faulte he shall never have it;
Also no man coulde yet this Science reach,
But if God send a Master him to teach:
For it is soe wonderfull and soe selcouth,
That it must needes be tought from mouth to mouth:
Also he must (be he never soe loath)
Receive it with a most sacred dreadfull Oath,
That as we refuse greate dignitie and fame,
Soe he must needly refuse the same.
And also that he shall not be so wilde
To teach this seacret to his owne childe;
For nighnes of Blood ne Consanguinity
May not accepted be to this dignity:
Soe blood as blood, may have hereof noe part,
But only vertue winneth this holy Arte:
Therefore straightly you shall search and see,
All manners and vertues with th'abilitie
Of the person which shall this Scyence leere,
And in likewise make him straightlie swere:
Soe that noe man shall leave this Arte behinde,
But he an able and approved Man can finde;
When Age shall greeve him to ride or goe,
One he may teach, but then never no moe:
For this Science must ever secret be,
The Cause whereof is this as ye may see;
If one evill man had hereof all his will
All Christian Pease he might hastilie spill,
And with his Pride he might pull downe
Rightfull Kings and Princes of renowne:
Wherefore the sentence of perill and jeopardy,
Upon the Teacher resteth dreadfully.
[Page 15] So than for doubt of such pride and wreach,
He must be ware that will this Science teach:
No Man therefore maie reach this greate present,
But he that hath vertues excellent.
Soe though Men weene Possessours not to aide,
To hallow this Science as before is said;
Neither seeme not blessed effectually,
Yet in her Order this Science is holy.
And forasmuch as noe Man maie her finde
But only by grace, she is holy of her kinde.
Also it is a worke and Cure divine,
Foule Copper to make Gold or Silver fine:
No man maie finde such chaunge by his thought,
Of divers kinds which Gods hands have wrought.
For Gods Conjunctions Man maie not undoe,
But if his Grace fully consent thereto,
By helpe of this Science, which our Lord above
Hath given to such Men as he doth love;
Wherefore old Fathers conveniently
Called this Science Holy Alkimy.
Therefore noe Man shulde be too swifte,
To cast away our Lords blessed guift:
Consideringe how that Almighty God
From great Doctours hath this Science forbod,
And graunted it to few Men of his mercy,
Such as be faithfull trew and lowly.
And as there be but Planets seaven
Amonge the multitude of starrs in Heaven:
Soe among millions of millions of Mankinde,
Scarslie seaven men maie this Science finde.
Wherefore Lay-men ye may lere and see
How many Doctors of great authoritie,
With many searchers hath this Science sought,
Yet all their labours hav [...] turned into nought;
[Page 16] If thei did cost, yet found thei none availe,
For of their purpose every tyme thei faile;
And in despaire thei reason and departe,
And then thei said how there is noe such arte;
But fained Fables thei name it where thei goe,
A fals fond thing thei say it is alsoe:
Such Men presume too much upon their minde,
They weene their witts sufficient this Arte to finde.
But of their slaunder and words of outrage,
We take thereof trewlie little Charge:
For such be not invited to our feast,
Which weeneth themselves wise and can doe leaste.
Albeit such Men list not lenger to persue,
Yet is this Science of Alkimy full trew;
And albeit some proude Clerks say nay
Yet every wise Clerke well consider may,
How he whiche hereof might no trewth see
Maie not hereof lawfull wittnes be,
For it were a wonderous thing and queinte,
A man that never had sight to peinte.
How shoulde a borne blinde Man be sure
To write or make good Portrature.
To build Poules steeple might be greate doubt,
For such proude Clerks to bring aboute;
Such might well happ to breake their crowne,
Ere they coude wisely take it downe.
Wherefore all such are full farr behinde,
To fetch out the secreatest pointe of kinde;
Therefore all Men take theire fortune and chaunce,
Remit such Clerks to their Ignorance.
NOw ye that will this Science pursue,
Learne ye to know fals Men from trew.
All trew searchers of this Science of Alkimy,
Mustbe full learned in their first Philosophie:
[Page 17] Else all their laboure shall them let and greive,
As he that fetcheth Water in a Sive;
The trew men search and seeke all alone
In hope to finde our delectable stone,
And for that thei would that no Man shulde have losse,
They prove and seeke all at their owne Coste;
Soe their owne Purses they will not spare,
They make their Coffers thereby full bare,
With greate Patience thei doe proceede,
Trusting only in God to be their speede.
THe fals man walketh from Towne to Towne,
For the most parte in a threed-bare-Gowne;
Ever searching with diligent awaite
To winn his praye with some fals deceit
Of swearing and leasing; such will not cease,
To say how they can Silver plate increase.
And ever they rayle with perjury;
Saying how they can Multiplie
Gold and Silver, and in such wise
With promise thei please the Covetise,
And Causeth his minde to be on him sett,
Then Falsehood and Covetise be well mett.
But afterwards within a little while
The Multiplier doth him beguile
With his faire promise, and with his fals othes,
The Covetise is brought to threed-bare clothes:
But if he can hastily be well aware,
Of the Multiplier and of his Chaffare,
Of whose deceipts much I can reporte,
But I dare not least I give comforte
To such as be disposed to Treachery;
For so much hurte mought come thereby;
Wherefore advise you and be wise,
Of them which proffer such servise.
[Page 18] If they had Cunning have ye no doubt,
They woll be loath to shew it out:
When such men promise to Multiplie,
They compasse to doe some Villony,
Some trew mans goods to beare awaye;
Of such fellowes what shulde I saye?
All such false men where ever thei goe,
They shulde be punished, thei be not so.
Upon Nature thei falsely lye
For Mettalls doe not Multiplie;
Of this Sentence all men be sure,
Evermore Arte must serve Nature.
Nothing multiplieth as Auctors sayes,
But by one of theis two wayes,
One by rotting, called Putrefaction,
That other as Beasts, by Propagation;
Propagation in Mettalls maie not be,
But in our Stone much like thing ye may see.
Putrefaction must destroy and deface,
But it be don in its proper place.
Mettalls of kinde grow lowe under ground,
For above erth rust in them is found;
Soe above erth appeareth corruption,
Of mettalls, and in long tyme destruction,
Whereof noe Cause is found in this Case,
But that above Erth thei be not in their place.
Contrarie places to nature causeth strife,
As Fishes out of water losen their Lyfe:
And Man, with Beasts, and Birds live in ayer,
But Stone and Mineralls under Erth repaier.
Physicians and Appoticaries faut appetite and will,
To seech water flowers on a dry hill:
For God hath ordeyned of his wisdome and grace,
All things to grow in their naturall place.
[Page 19] Against this doctrine some Men replie,
And say that Mettalls doe Multiplie:
For of Silver, Lead, Tinn, and al so Brasse,
Some veyne is more, and some is lasse,
Or which diversitie Nature shulde cease,
If Mettalls did not multiplie and increase;
Wherefore they say that reason sheweth nowe,
How that under Erth they multiplie and growe;
Why not then above Erth in vessells close and faire,
Such as shulde preserve them from Fire Water and Aier?
Hereto we say this reason is but rude,
For this is noe perfect similitude;
For cause efficient of Mettalls finde ye shall
Only to be the vertue Minerall,
Which in everie Erth is not found,
But in certaine places of eligible ground;
Into which places the Heavenly Spheare,
Sendeth his beames directly everie yeare.
And as the matters there disposed be
Such Mettalls thereof formed shall you see.
Few grownds be apt to such generation:
How shoulde then above ground be Multiplication?
Also all men perceyven that be wise,
How Water conjealed with Cold is yse;
And before tyme it harded was
Some lay in more places and some in lasse,
As water in fosses of the Carte-wheele,
Were veynes smale whan they began to keele,
But water in ditches made veynes more,
For plenty of water that was therein froare.
Hereupon to say it were noe good advice,
That therefore of yse should multiply more yse.
Soe though there be of Mettalls veynes more and lasse,
It proveth not that they increase more then it was,
[Page 20] Alsoe ye may trust without any doubt,
If Multiplying should be brought about:
All th'engredience must draw to simplcity,
And breake Composition as yearly ye may see:
For Multiplying of Hearbes how Nature hath provided,
That all things joyned in the seede be divided:
Else stalke and leaves which vertually therein be,
May not come forth actually that eye mought them see.
But Mettall holdeth his holle Composicion,
When corrasive waters have made dissolucion:
Therefore syth yse is nerrer to simplicity,
Then is Mettall, and maie not increased be,
Trewly ye maie trust as I said before,
How of one ounce of Silver, maie Silver be noe more.
Also nothing multiplyed shall ye finde,
But it be of Vegetative or of Sensitive kinde:
Where Mettalls be only Elamentative,
Having noe seede, nether feeling of life;
Wherefore concluding all Multipliers must cease,
For Mettalls once Mettalls shall noe more increase;
Nathlesse one Mettall transmuted we finde,
Unto a Mettall of another kinde,
For propinquity of matter that in them was,
As it is knowne betwixt Iron and Brasse.
But to make trew Silver or Gold is noe ingin,
Except only the Philosophers medicine.
Wherefore such leasings as Multipliers use,
Clerks reprove and utterly refuse;
Such art of Multiplying is to be reproved,
But holy Alkimy of right is to beloved,
Which treateth of a precious Medicine,
Such as trewly maketh Gold and Silver fine:
Whereof example for Testimonie,
Is in a Citty of Catilony.
[Page 21] Which Raymond Lully, Knight; men suppose,
Made in seaven Images the trewth to disclose;
Three were good Silver, in shape like Ladies bright,
Everie each of Foure were Gold and did a Knight:
In borders of their Clothing Letters like appeare,
Signifying in Sentence as it sheweth here.
1. Of old Horshoes (said one) I was yre,
Now I am good Silver as good as ye desire.
2. I was (said another) Iron fet from the Mine,
But now I am Gould pure perfect and fine.
3. Whilome was I Copper of an old red pann,
Now am I good Silver, said the third woman.
4. The fourth saide, I was Copper growne in the filthy place,
Now am I perfect Gould made by Gods grace.
5. The fift said, I was Silver perfect through fine,
Now am I perfect Goulde, excellent, better then the prime.
6. I was a Pipe of Leade well nigh two hundred yeare,
And now to all men good Silver I appeare.
7. The seventh said, I Leade am Gould made for a Maistrie,
But trewlie my fellowes are nerer thereto then I.
This Science beareth her name of a King,
Called Alchimus, without leasing:
A glorious Prince of most noble minde,
His noble vertues holpe him this arte to finde;
He searched Nature, he was nobil Clerke,
He left Extorcion, than sought and found this werke.
King Hermes alsoe he did the same,
Being a Clerke of Excellent fame;
In his Quadripartite made of Astrologie,
Of Physique and of this Arte of Alkimy,
And also of Magique naturall,
As of four Sciences in nature passing all.
And there he said that blessed is hee
That knoweth things truly as thei bee.
[Page 22] And blessed is he that maketh due proofe,
For that is roote of cunning and roofe;
For by opinion is many a Man
Deceived, which hereof litle cann.
An old Proverbe, In a Bushell of weeninge,
Is not found one handfull of Cunninge:
With due proofe and with discreet assaye,
Wise men may leare new things every day.
By Cunninge, Men know themselves and every thinge;
Man is but a Beast and worse without Cunninge:
But litle favour hath every Man
To Science whereof he litle can;
And litle Cunning maketh men proud and wilde,
Sufficient Cunning maketh men full milde.
Nobil men now in manner have despighte
Of them that have to Cunning appetite:
But noble Kings in auncient dayes,
Ordained (as olde Auctors saies,)
That the seven Sciences to learne and can,
Shulde none but only a Noble man;
And at the least he shulde be so free,
That he mought Studie with libertie;
Wherefore old Sages did them call
The seaven Sciences liberall:
For he that would leare them perfectly and well,
In cleere liberty he must dwell.
From worldly warkes he must withdrawe,
That would lerne but Mans Lawe:
Much more the Worlde he must forsake,
Which many Sciences woulde overtake.
And for that cause Men may well see,
Why Cunninge men dispised be.
Yet nobil Memory shall never cease,
Of him which Cunninge doth increase.
[Page 23] Hee which loveth Cunning, Justice, and Grace
Is set aside in many a place;
But whoe to Courte bringeth in with guile,
Profit, or present, he is the Man that while.
Wherefore this Science and many Graces moe,
Be lost and be departed all ye fro.
And furthermore remember what I say,
Sinn caleth fast for his ending day:
Covetise and Cunninge have discorde by kinde;
Who lucre coveteth this Science shall not finde;
But he that loveth Science for her owne kinde,
He may purchase both for his blessed minde.
Of this Chapter more I need not teach,
For here appeareth what men may it reach:
That is to remember only the trewe,
And he that is constant in minde to pursue,
And is not Ambitious, to borrow hath no neede,
And can be Patient, not hasty for to speede;
And that in God he set fully his trust,
And that in Cunning be fixed all his lust;
And with all this he leade a rightfull lyfe,
Falshoode subduinge, support no sinfull strife:
Such Men be apt this Science to attaine.
The Chapter following, is of Joy and paine.

CHAP. II.

NORmandy nurished a Monke of late,
Which deceived Men of every state.
But before that done he in his fantazie,
Weened he had caught this Art fully.
Such rejoycing thereof he had,
That he began to dote and to be madde.
[Page 24] Of whose Joyes (albeit they were smalle)
For an ensample I write this Tale.
This Monke had walked about in Fraunce,
Raunging Apostata in his plesaunce.
And after he came into this lond,
Willing Men should understonde;
How that of Alkimy he had the grounde,
By a Boke of Receipts which he had founde.
In surety thereof he set all his minde,
Some nobil Acte to leave behinde;
Whereby his name should be immortall,
And his greate Fame in laude perpetuall.
And ofte he mused where to beginne,
To spend the riches that he shulde winn.
And ever he thought loe this I cann,
Where mought I finde some trusty Man,
Which would accorde now with my will,
And help my purpose to fulfill.
Then would I make upon the plaine
Of Salisbury glorious to be saine,
Fifteen Abbies in a little while,
One Abbie in the end of every mile.
Hereupon this Monke to me resorted,
Of trust (he said) which men of me reported,
His foresaid mind he did to me tell,
And prayd me to keep his great Councell.
I said before an Image of Saint Jame,
That I would never disclose his name;
Yet I may write without all vice,
Of his desires that were so nice.
When he had discovered his great Cunning,
He said that he faughted nothing,
But a good meane for his solace,
To labour to the Kings good grace,
[Page 25] To get lycence of his estate,
And of his Lords mediate,
To purchase lond for the Abbies aforesaid,
For which all coste should be well paied;
But yet he had great doubt and feare,
How to purchase, of whom, and where.
When I had heard of this greate werke,
I searched (to wit) what manner of Clerke▪
He was, and what he knew of Schoole,
And therein he was but a Foole.
Yet I suffered, and held me still,
More to lerne of his lewd Will.
Then said I, it were a lewd thinge,
Such matter to shew unto the Kinge;
But if the proofe were reasonable,
He would thinke it a foolish Fable.
The Monke saide how that he had in fire,
A thing which shulde fulfill his desire,
Whereof the trewth within forty dayes,
I shulde well know by trew assaies.
Then I said, I would no more that tyde,
But forty dayes I said I would abide.
When forty dayes were gone and past,
The Monkes Crafte was cleane overcast.
Then all his Abbies and all his thought,
Was turned to a thing of nought;
And as he came, he went full lewde,
Departing in a minde full shrewd:
For soone after within a little while,
Many trewe men he did beguile;
And afterwards went into Fraunce.
Loe! this was a pittifull chance,
That fifteene Abbies of Religion,
Shulde in this wise fall to confusion.
[Page 26] Great wonder was what thing he meant,
And why he set all his intent
Abbies to build; then was it wonder,
Why nould he live Obedient under,
But be Apostata, and range about,
This blessed Science to finde out:
But as I wrote above in this Boke,
Let no Deceiver after this Science looke.
AN other Ensample is good to tell,
Of one that trusted to doe as well
As Raymond Lully, or Bacon the Frier,
Wherefore he named himselfe saunce peere;
He was Parson of a little Town,
Not farr from the Citty of London,
Which was taken for halfe a Leach,
But little cunning had he to Preach;
He weened him sure this Arte to finde;
His Name he would have ever in minde
By meanes of a Bridge, imagined in dorage,
To be made over Thames for light passage:
Whereof shulde grow a Common ease,
All the Countrey thereabout to please.
Yet though he might that warke fulfill,
It might in no wise suffice his will;
Wherefore he would set up in hight,
That Bridge for a wonderfull sight,
With Pinacles guilt shining as goulde,
A glorious thing for men to beholde.
Then he remembred of the newe,
How greater fame shulde him pursue,
If he mought make that Bridge so bright,
That it mought shine also by Nighte.
And so continue and not breake,
Than all the Londe of him would speake.
[Page 27] But in his minde ran many a doubt,
How he might bring that warke about;
He trowed that Lampes with lights of fire,
Shulde well performe his nice desire;
Wherefore Lampes for that intent,
He would ordaine sufficient:
But then he fell in full great dreade,
How after the time that he were deade;
That light to find Men would refuse,
And chaunge the Rent to some other use.
Then thoughte he well is him that wiste,
In whom he mought set all his trust;
At the laste he thought to make the light,
For that Bridge to shine by nighte,
With Carbuncle Stones, to Make men wonder,
With duble reflexion above and under:
Then new thoughts troubled his Minde,
Carbuncle Stones how he mought find;
And where to find wise men and trewe,
Which would for his intent pursue,
In seeking all the Worlde about,
Plenty of Carbuncles to find out;
For this he tooke soe micle thought,
That his fatt flesh wasted nigh to nought:
And where he trusted without despaire,
Of this Science to have been heire,
When the yeare was fully come and goe,
His Crafte was lost, and thrift also;
For when that he tooke up his Glasse,
There was no matter for Gold ne Brasse:
Then he was angry and well neere wood,
For he had wasted away his good:
In this wise ended all his disporte,
What should I more of him report.
[Page 28] But that Lay-men and Clerks in Schooles,
Maie know the dotage of theis two fooles,
Remember this example where ye goe,
For in such Mindes be trewlie many moe:
Theie lewdly beleeve every Conclusion,
Be it never so false an elusion:
If it in boke written they may finde,
Thei weene it trewe, thei be so lewde of minde.
Such lewde and hasty confidence,
Causeth poverty and lewde expence.
Of trust of this Arte riseth Joyes nice,
For lewde hope is fooles Paradice.
The trewe tought Children made this confession,
Lord without thee all is digression;
For as thou arte of our Science begininge,
Soe without thee may be noe good endinge.

Confiteor, Astissimè nullus ista rapit; Licet prius didicit, absque te nilsapit: [...] tanta stat gratia te Deumsemper apud Perficere sicut capere, nam finis es, et caput▪

AS of the Joyes of this Arte ye have seene,
Soe shall ye now heare some deale of the Paine:
Albeit contrary to the appetite
Of them that hath to this Science delight.
The first Paine is to remember in minde,
How many seeken, and how few doe finde,
And yet noe Man may this Science wynn,
But it be tought him before that he beginn;
He is well lerned, and of full cleere witt,
Which by teaching can surely learne it:
Of many diversities he must be sure,
Which secreats woulde know of working Nature:
Yet teaching maie not surely availe,
But that sometime shall happ a man to faile;
As all that be now dead and gone
Failed before theie found our Stone:
One tyme or other, first tyme or laste,
All Men failed till trew Practise were paste;
No Man sooner faileth in heate and colde,
Then doth the Master which hasty is and boulde:
For noe Man sooner maie our Worke spill,
Then he that is presuminge his purpose to fulfill:
But he that shall trewlie doe the deede
He must use providence and ever worke with dreade;
For of all paines the most grevious paine,
Is for one faile to beginn all againe.
Every man shall greate Paine have
When he shall first this Arte covet and crave,
He shall oft tymes Chaunge his desire,
With new tydings which he shall heare;
His Councell shall oftentimes him beguile,
For that season he dreadeth noe subtile wile:
And oftentymes his minde to and fro,
With new Oppinions he shall chaunge in woe:
And soe long tyme continue in Phantasie,
A greate adventure for him to come thereby:
Soe of this Arte be ye never so faine,
Yet he must taste of manie a bitter paine.
OF Paines yet I must shewe more,
Against your appetite though it be full sore:
It is greate Paine, as all wise-men gesse,
To witt where a trewe Master is;
And if ye finde him, it will be Paine,
Of his trewe love to be certeyne.
Forasmuch as noe Man maie teach but one,
Of the making of our delicious stone;
And albeit yee finde him that will ye teach,
Yet much trouble and paines may ye reach;
For if your minde be verteously set,
Then the Devil will labour you to lett;
In three wises to let he woll awaite,
With Haste, with Despaire, and with Deceipte:
For dreade of Vertue which ye maie doe,
When ye shulde attaine this grace unto.
The first perill aforesaide is of Haste,
Which causeth most destruction and waste;
All Auctors writing of this Arte,
Saye haste is of the Devils parte:
The little Boke writ of the Philosophers feast,
Saith, omnis festinatio ex parts diaboli est:
Wherefore that Man shall soonest speede,
Which with greate Leasure wisely woll proceede;
Upon assay ye shall trewly knowe
That who most hasteth he trewly shalbe slowe;
For he with haste shall bringe his warke arreare,
Sometymes a Moneth, and sometymes a whole Yeare
And in this Arte it shall ever be soe,
That a hasty Man shall never faile of woe:
Alsoe of haste ye may trewly be sure
That she leaveth nothing cleane and pure;
The Devil hath none so subtill wile
As with hastinesse you to beguile;
[Page 31] Therefore oft tymes he will assault,
Your minde with haste to make default;
He shall finde grace in Towne and Land,
Which can hastines all tymes withstand:
I say all tymes, for in one pointe of tyme,
Haste may destroy all your engine;
Therefore all haste eschewe and feare,
As if that she a Devil were.
My witt trewly cannot suffice,
Haste sufficiently for to despise;
Many Men have byne cast in greate care,
Because thei would not of haste beware:
But ever call upon to see an end,
Which is temptation of the Fende:
Noe more of haste at this present,
But blessed be ever the Patient.
WHen with Haste the Feind hath noe availe,
Then with Despaire your mind he will assaile;
And oft present this Sentence to your minde,
How many seeken, and how few maie finde,
Of wiser Men then ever were yee:
What suretie than to you maie be?
He woll move ye to doubt also
Whether your Teacher had it or noe;
And also how it mought so fall,
That part he tought you but not all;
Such uncertainety he woll cast out,
To set your minde with greevous doubt;
And soe your Paines he woll repaire
With wann hope and with much Despaire;
Against this assault is no defence,
But only the vertue of Confidence:
To whome reason shulde you leade,
That you shall have noe cause to dreade;
[Page 32] If you wisely call to your minde
The vertuous manners, such as you finde
In your Master and your Teacher,
Soe shall you have noe neede to feare;
If you consider all Circumstances about,
Whether he tought you for Love or for Doubt;
Or whether Motion of him began,
For it is hard to trust such a Man:
For he that profereth hath more neede
Of you, then you of him to speede.
This wise certainely ye maie well win,
Before that you your warkes do begin;
When such certainety ye truly have,
Fro Dispaire ye maie be sure and save.
But who can finde such a Master out,
As was my Master, him needeth not to doubt:
Which right nobil was and fully worthy laude,
He loved Justice, and he abhorred fraude;
He was full secrete when other men were lowde,
Loath to be knowne that hereof ought he Could;
When men disputed of Colours of the Rose,
He would not speake but keepe himselfe full close;
To whome I laboured long and many a day,
But he was solleyn to prove with straight assaye,
To search and know of my Disposition,
With manifold proofes to know my Condition:
And when he found unfeigned fidelity,
In my greate hope which yet nothing did see,
At last I conquered by grace divine
His love, which did to me incline.
Wherefore he thought soone after on a tyde,
That longer delayes I ne shulde abide;
My manifold letters, my heavie heart and cheere,
Moved his Compassion, thei perced him full neere;
[Page 33] Wherefore his Penn he would noe more refraine,
But as heere followeth soe wrote he againe.
MY very trusty, my deere beloved Brother,
I must you answer, it may be none other;
The tyme is come you shall receive this Grace,
To your greate comfort and to your solace:
Your honest desire with your greate Confidence,
Your Vertue proved with your Sapience;
Your Love, your Trewth, your long Perseverance,
Your stedfast Minde shall your Desire advance:
Wherefore it is neede that within short space,
Wee speake together, and see face to face:
If I shulde write, I shulde my fealty breake,
Therefore Mouth to Mouth I must needes speake;
And when you come, mine Heier unto this Arte
I will you make, and fro this londe departe.
Ye shall be both my Brother and myne Heier,
Of this greate secrete whereof Clerkes despaire:
Therefore thanke God which giveth this renowne,
For it is better then to were a Crowne:
Next after his Saints, our Lord doth him call
Which hath this Arte to honour him withall:
Noe more to you at this present tyde,
But hastily to see me, dispose you to ride.
THis Letter receiving, I hasted full sore,
To ride to my Master an hundred miles and more;
And there Forty dayes continually,
I learned all the secreats of Alkimy:
Albeit Philosophy by me was understonde,
As much as of many other in this Londe;
Nethles fooles which for their Science sought,
Ween that in forty dayes it wilbe wrought.
Betweene Forty dayes warke now ye may see,
And Forty dayes lerninge is greate diversitie;
[Page 34] Then darke doubts to me appeared pure,
There fownd I disclosed the Bonds of Nature:
The cause of Wonders were to me soe faire,
And so reasonable, that I could not dispaier.
If your Master and ye resemble all aboute
My good Master and me, than have ye no doubte.
THe third impediment deceipt we call,
Amongst other to me the worst all;
And that is of Servaunts that should awaite
Upon your warke, for some can much deceipte;
Some be negligent, some sleeping by the fire,
Some be ill-willd, such shall let your desire;
Some be foolish, and some be over bold,
Some keepe no Counsell of Doctrine to them tould;
Some be filthie of hands and of sleeves,
Some meddle straunge Matter, that greately greeves;
Some be drunken, and some use much to jape,
Beware of thes if you will hurt escape,
The Trew be foolish, the Witty be false,
That one hurts me Sore, that other als:
For when I had my warke well wrought,
Such stale it away and left me nought.
Then I remembring the cost, the tyme, and the paine,
Which I shulde have to begin againe,
With heavie hearte farewell adieu said I,
I will noe more of Alkimy.
But howe that chaunce befell that Season,
Few men would it beleeve by reason:
Yet Tenn persons be witnes trew all
How that mishapp did me befalle,
Which might not be only by Man,
Without the Devil as they tell can.
I made also the Elixer of life,
Which me bereft a Merchaunt's wife:
[Page 35] The Quintessens I made also,
With other secrets manie moe,
Which sinfull people tooke me fro,
To my greate paine and much more woe:
Soe in this worke there is no more to saine,
But that every Ioy is medled with his paine.
OF Paine there is a litle yet behinde,
Which is convenient to be had in minde;
That fell upon a blessed Man;
Whereof the trewth report I cann.
Thomas Daulton this good man height,
He served God both day and night,
Of the Red Medicine he had greate Store,
I trowe never English man had more.
A Squier for the body of King Ehward,
Whose name was Thomas Harbert,
Tooke this Daulton against his desier,
Out of an Abbie in Gloucester-shier,
And brought him in presence of the King,
Whereof Deluis had some tiding,
For Daulton was whilome Deluis's Clerke;
Deluis disclosed of Daultons werke.
Deluis was Squier in confidence
With King Edward oft in his presence.
Deluis reported that in a little stounde,
How Daulton had made to him a thousand pound
Of as good Goulde as the Royall was,
Within halfe a daye and some dele lasse;
For which Deluis sware on a Booke.
Then Daulton on Deluis cast his looke,
And said to Deluis, Sir you be forswore,
Wherefore your hert hath cause to be sore.
Of nothing said he, that I now have told,
Witnes our Lord whom Judas sould.
[Page 36] But once said Deluis I sware to thee,
That thou shouldst not be uttered by me;
Which I may breake well I understand,
For the Kings weale and for all his Lande.
Then said Daulton full soberlie,
This answer voydeth no perjury.
How should the King in you have Confidence,
Your untrewth confessed in his presence.
But Sir said Daulton to the Kings Grace,
I have bin troubled oft in many a place
For this Medicine greviously and sore,
And now I thought it should hurt me no more:
Wherefore in the Abbie where I was take,
I cast it in a foule and Common lake
Going to the River which doth ebb and flowe,
There is destroyed as much riches nowe,
As would have served to the Holy land,
For twenty thousand men upon a band.
I kept it longe for our Lords blessed sake,
To helpe a Kinge which that journey would make,
Alas Daulton then saide the Kinge,
It was fowly don to spill such a thinge.
He would have Daulton to make it againe,
Daulton said it might not be certeine:
Why (said the Kinge) how came ye thereby?
He said by a Channon of Lichfielde trewly,
Whose workes Daulton kept dilligently,
Many yeares till that Channon must dye.
And for his service he said in that space,
The Cannon gave him all that thereof was;
The Kinge gave to Daulton Marks foure,
With liberty to goe where he would that houre.
Then was the Kinge in his herte sore,
That he had not knowne Daulton before.
[Page 37] And ever it happneth without leasinge,
That Tyrants be full nigh to a Kinge.
For Herberte lay for Daulton in waight,
And brought him to Stepney with deceipte.
The servaunts of Herbert the mony tooke away
Which the King gave to Daulton that day.
And after Herbert carried Daulton farr,
From thence to the Casle of Gloucester,
There was Daulton prisner full longe,
Herbert to Daulton did mickle wronge:
Fro thence he had him to prison fast
To Troy, till foure yeares were nigh past,
And after he brought him out to dye;
Daulton to death obeyed lowly,
And said Lord Jesue blessed thou be,
Me thinks I have byne too longe from thee.
A Science thou gavest me with full greate charge,
Which I have kept without outrage.
I founde noe man yet apt thereto,
To be myne Heyer when I am goe:
Wherefore (sweete Lord) now I am faine
To resigne this thy guift to thee againe.
Then Daulton made devout prayers, and still
Withsmiling cheere he said now doe your wil.
When Herbert sawe him so glad to dye,
Then ran water from Herberts Eye:
For Prison ne Death could him not availe
To winn this Arte, his Crafte did him faile.
Now let him goe said Herbert than,
For he shall never hurt ne profett man.
But when Daulton from the block should rise,
He looked forth in full heavie wise,
And so departed with full heavie cheere,
It was not his will to live one yeare.
[Page 38] This was his Paine as I you tell,
By men that had no dread of Hell.
Herbert dyed soone after in his bed,
And Deluis at Teuxbury lost his head;
This wise greate Paine, as you may see,
Followeth this Arte in every degree.
Heere lost the King all his intent,
For Herbert was proude and violent,
Soe nobil a man to opprese with pride,
And like a Fellone him leade and guide;
Where that by goodnesse patience and grace,
There might have growen full great solace,
As well to the King, ye may understonde,
As for th'ease of Commons of this londe;
But wonder not that grace doe not fall,
For sinn reygneth in this londe over all.
Loe here was grace full ready at honde,
To have ceased Taxes and Tallages of this londe;
Whereby much Love and Grace would have be,
Betweene Knight-hood Priest-hoode and Comminaltie.
Here ye maie see how vicious violence
Maie not purchase the vertue of sapience:
For vice and vertue be things contrary,
Therefore the vicious maie not come thereby;
If Vicious men mought lerne this Science,
They would therewith doe wondrous violence:
And with Ambitiousnesse grow evermore
Worse of Conditions then they were before.
Now is this Chapter of Joy and Paine gone,
The Chapter following sheweth Matters of our Stone.

CHAP. III.

TONsile was a labourer in the fire
Threescore years and more to win his defire:
Brian was another, with Holton in the Weste,
Thes were ever busie, & could practice with the best:
But yet this Science thei never founde,
For thei knew not the Matters, ne the Grounde,
But rumbled foorth, and evermore they sought,
They spent their lyfe and their goods to nought;
Much losse, much cost, much anguish they bought,
Amonge their Receipts which they had wrought:
Then made Tonsile to me his greate complainte,
With weeping Teares he said his heart was fainte,
For he had spended all his lusty dayes
In fals Receipts, and in such lewde assayes;
Of Herbes, Gommes, of Rootes and of Grasse,
Many kindes by him assayed was,
As Crowefoote, Celondine and Mizerion,
Vervaine, Lunara, and Martagon:
In Antimony, Arsenick, Honey, Wax and Wine,
In Haire, in Eggs, in Merds, and Urine,
In Calx vive, Sandifer, and Vitriall,
In Markasits, Tutits, and every Minerall,
In Malgams, in Blanchers, and Citrinacions,
All fell to nought in his opperacions:
For he considered not how he did rage,
When to Gods proportions he layde surcharge:
After all this, he thought nothing so good,
To worke upon as shulde be mans Blode;
Till that I said how blode would waste and fume
In mighty fire, and utterly consume.
[Page 40] For Christ his love then saide he teach me,
Whereof the substance of our Stone should be:
Tonsile (said I) what shulde it you avayle
Such thing to know? your lims doth you faile
For very Age, therefore cease your lay,
And love your Beades, it is high time to Praye;
For if you knew the Materialls of our Stone,
Ere you could make it your dayes would begone.
Thereof no charge good Master said he,
It were sufficient Comfort now to me
To know the trewe Materialls without wronge
Of that Stone which I have sought soe longe:
Tonsile (said I) It is noe litle thinge,
Whereof you would have trewe tydinge;
For many Auctors write of this doubte,
But none of them sheweth it Cleerly oute:
For Auctors which of this Arte doe write,
Besought God as witnesseth Democrite,)
That he unpained would fro this Worlde take
Their Soules whom he tought Bokes thereof to make;
For greatly doubted evermore all suche,
That of this Scyence they may write too muche:
Every each of them tought but one pointe or twayne,
Whereby his fellowes were made certayne;
How that he was to them a Brother,
For every of them understoode each other;
Alsoe they wrote not every man to Teache,
But to shew themselves by a secret Speache:
Trust not therefore to reading of one Boke,
But in many Auctors works ye may looke;
Liber librum apperit saith Arnold the greate Clerke,
Anaxagoras said the same for his werke:
Who that slothfull is in many bokes to see,
Such one in Practice prompt shall never be;
[Page 41] But Tonsile for almes I will make no store
Plainly to disclose it that never was done before,
By way of answer for your recreation,
If ye cann wisely make Interrogation.
Good Master (saide he) then teach me trewly,
Whether the matters be Sol or Mercury?
Or whether of Sol or Lune it maie be,
Or whether I shall take them all three,
Or Sol by it selfe, or Mercury alone,
Or Sulpher with them, for matters of our Stone?
Or whether I shall sal Almoniack take,
Or Minerall meanes, our Stone thereof to make?
Here be many questions Tonsile, said I,
Wisely remembred and full craftily;
You name it not yet but onely in generall,
For you must take some deale of theis things all;
Of these and of other you must take a parte,
One time or other to minister this Arte:
Many things helpeth to apt our Stone,
But two be Materialls, yet our Stone is one;
Betweene which two is such diversity,
As betweene the Mother and the Childe may be:
An other diversity betweene them find ye shall,
Such as is found betweene Male and Female:
Theis two kindes shall doe all your service,
As for the White worke (if you can be wise;)
One of thes kindes a Stone ye shall finde,
For it abideth fire as stones doe by kinde:
But it is no Stone in touching ne in sight,
But a subtill Earth, browne, roddy, and not bright:
And when it is separate and brought to his appearage,
Then we name it our grounde Litharge.
First it is browne, roddy, and after some deale white,
And then it is called our chosen Markasite:
[Page 42] One ounce thereof is better then sifty pounde;
It is not to be sould in all Christian grounde;
But he that would have it he shalbe faine
To doe it make, or take himselfe the paine:
But one greate grace in that labour is saine,
Make it once well and never more againe.
Olde fathers called it thinge of vile price,
For it is nought worth by way of Marchandise:
Noe man that findeth it woll beare it awaie,
Noe more then thei would an Ounce of Claye;
Men will not beleeve that it is of high price,
No man knoweth it therefore but he be wise.
Here have I disclosed a greate secret wonder,
Which never was writ by them which been erth under.
A Nother Stone Tonsile you must have withall,
Or else you fawte your cheefe M [...]riall;
Which is a Stone gloriouse faier and bright,
In handling a Stone, and a Stone in sight;
A Stone glittering with perspecuitie,
Being of wonderfull D [...]aphanitie;
The price of an Ounce Conveniently,
Is twenty shillings or well neere thereby:
Her name is Magnetia, few people her knowe,
She is fownde in high places as well as in lowe;
Plato knew her property and called her by her name,
And Chaucer reherseth how Titanos is the same,
In the Channons Yeomans Taile, saying what is thus,
But quid ignotum per magis ignotius:
That is to say, what may this be,
But unknowne by more unknowne named is she;
Nethles Tonsile now I will trewlie teach
What is Magnetia to say in our speache:
Magos is Greeke, Mirabile in Latine it ys,
Aes is Money, y [...]os Science, A is God ywisse.
[Page 43] That is to say it is such a thinge,
Wherein of Money is wonderous divine Cunninge;
Now here you may know what is Magnetia,
Res aeris in qua latet scientia divinaque mira.
Thes two Stones Tonsile ye must take
For your materialls, Elixir if ye make.
Albeit the first tyme materialls be no more,
Yet many things helpeth as I saide before.
This secrete was never before this daye
So trewly discovered, take it for your praye;
I pray God that this turne not me to Charge,
For I dread sore my penn goeth too large:
For though much people perceive not this Sentence,
Yet subtill Clerks have too much Evidence;
For many Clerks be so cleere of witt,
If thei had this ground, thei were sure of it;
Wher our Lord hath ordained that no man it finde,
But only he that is of verteous minde:
Wherefore olde Fathers Covered for great reason,
The Matters of our Stone disclosed at this season.
Other Materials ye shall none take,
But only theis two oure white stone to make;
Except Sal Armoniack with Sulphur of kinde,
Such as out of Mettals ye can finde;
Theis two woll abide to fulfill your desire,
The remnant will void when thei come to fire;
Sulpher woll brenn and chaunge Collours fast,
But our Litharge abideth first and last:
Ye may not with mettals or Quicksilver beginn,
To make Elixir if you intend to winn:
Yet if you destroy the whole Composition,
Some of their Compounds will help in Conclusion;
And that is nothing Els of that one or that other,
But only Magnetia and Litharge her Brother.

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OF the grosse Warke now I will not spare,
Though it be secrete, largely to declare:
To teach you the trewth is myne intente,
As far forth as I dare for Gods Com­maundement.
I will informe and guide you in the way,
In such wise as you may finde your praye:
If you consider how the partes of Werkes,
Be out of Order set by the old Clerks.
As I saide before, the Masters of this Arte,
Every each of them disclosed but a parte:
Wherefore though ye perceived them as ye woulde,
Yet ye cannot order and joyne them as ye shulde.
Arnold sheweth in his writinge,
How our finall secret is to know the thinge
Whereupon our worke shulde take her grounde,
And how pure Natures & simple may be found:
In this Boke begining multipharie,
He saith in our grounded Matter two kindes be;
But how to find them he kept that in store,
Ye have their Names the last Chapter before.
Freer Bacon disclosed more of that pointe,
When he said, Departe ye every joynte
In Elementa propinqua: take good heede thereto;
But unwise Doctours never worken soe,
But headly they proceed as men well nigh madd,
To the Matters divisible moe Matters they adde:
Soe when thei weene to bringe forth a Flower,
They doe nothinge but multiply Errour.
There cesed Bacon, and so doe other such,
For very dread least they shulde shew too much
[Page 46] Avicen in Porta wrote, if ye remember,
How ye shulde proceede perfection to ingender.
Trewly teaching as the pure trewth was,
Comedas ut bibas, et bibas ut Comedas,
Eate as it drinketh, and drinke as it doth eate,
And in the meane season take it a perfect sweate.
Rasis set the Dietary and spake some deale farr,
Non tamen comedat res festinanter,
Let not your Matters eate over hastilie,
But wisely consume their foode leasurelie.
Hereof the Prophet made wondrous mention,
Yf ye applie it to this intention.
Visitasti terram, & inebriasti eam,
Multiplicasti locupletare eam
Terram fructiferam in salsuginem,
Et terram sine aqua in exitus aquarum.
If it I have plenty of Meate and of Drinke,
Men must wake when they desier to winke:
For it is laboure of watch and paines greate.
Also the Foode is full costly meate;
Therefore all Poore men beware said Arnold,
For this Arte longeth to greate men of the worlde.
Trust to his words ye Poore men all,
For I am witnes that soe ye finde shall.
Esto longanimis & suavis said he,
For hasty men th'end shall never see.
The lengthe of clensing of Matters infected,
Deceyveth much People, for that is unsuspected.
Wherefore Poore men put ye not in prea [...]e,
Such wonders to seech, but in season cease.
Excesse for one halfe quarter of an howre,
May destroy all: therefore cheefe succoure
Is Primum pro quo, & vultimum pro quo non,
To know of the simperinge of our Stone.
[Page 47] Till it may noe more simper doe not cease,
And yet longe Continuance may not cause increase▪
Remember that Water will buble and boyle,
But Butter must simper and also Oyle.
And soe with long leasure it will waste,
And not with bubling made in haste:
For doubt of perrills many moe then one,
And for supergression of our stone.
Amongst grosse Workes the fowlest of all
Is to clarifie our meanes Minerall.
Extremities may not be well wrought,
Without many Meanes wisely sought.
And everie Meane must be made pure,
If this worke shulde be made sure.
For foule and cleane by naturall lawe
Hath greate discord, and soe hath ripe and rawe.
Stedfast to stedfast will it selfe combinde,
And fleeting to fleeting will drawe by kinde:
And ever where as the Concordance is more,
Natures will drawe that were elswhere before;
This grosse Worke is fowle in her kinde,
And full of perrills as ye shall it finde.
No mans witt can him soe much availe,
But that sometyme he shall make a fayle.
As well as the Lay-man soe shall the Clerke,
And all that labour the grosse werke:
Whereof Anaxagoras said trewlie thus,
Nemo primo fronte reperitur discretus.
And once I heard a wise man say,
How in Catilonia at this day,
Magnetia with Minerall meanes all,
Be made to sale if ye for them call,
Whereby the honds of a cleanly Clerke,
Shall not be siled about so foule a werke.
[Page 48] And longe tyme sooner your Worke I understonde,
Shulde be farr onward before honde.
For if you shulde make all things as I cann,
Ye might be weary before your worke begann.
The Philosophers warke doe not begin,
Till all things be pure without and within.
We that must seeke Tincture most specious,
Must needely avoyd all things vild and vicious.
Of manifold meanes each hath his propertie,
To doe his Office after his degree:
With them hid things be out fett,
Some that will helpe and some that would lett.
Our Appoticaries to dresse them can no skill,
And we to teach them have no manner of will:
Whereof the cause trewly is none other,
But that they will counterfaict to beguile their Brother,
Rather then they will take the paine
Thereto belonging, ere they should it attaine:
It is there use whereof my hert is sore,
Much to desire and litle to doe therefore.
Who would have trewe warke he may no laboure spare,
Neither yet his Purse, though he make it bare:
And in the Grosse Warke he is furthest behinde,
That daily desireth the end thereof to finde.
If the grosse warke with all his Circumstance,
Were don in three yeares, it were a blessed chance:
For he that shall end it once for certeyne,
Shall never have neede to begin againe,
If he his Medicine wisely can Augment;
For that is the Mastrie of all our intent.
It needeth not to name the meanes Minerall,
For Albert writeth openly of them all.
Much I might write of nature of Mynes,
Which in this Grosse Warke be but engines;
[Page 49] For in this Warke finde ye nothing shall,
But handie-crafte called Arte Mechanicall:
Wherein an hundreth wayes and moe,
Ye maie committ a faulte as ye therein goe.
Wherefore beleeve what old Auctors tell,
Without Experience ye maie not doe well.
Consider all Circumstances, and set your delight
To keepe Uniformity of all things requisite.
Use one manner of Vessell in Matter and in Shape,
Beware of Commixtion that nothing miscape.
And hundreth faultes in speciall,
Ye maie make under this warning generall.
Nethles this Doctrine woll suffice,
To him that can in Practise be wise.
If your Ministers be witty and trew,
Such shall not neede your warkes to renew.
Therefore if ye woll avoyde all dreade,
In the Grosse Warke doe by my read:
Take never thereto no Houshold-man,
Thei be soone weary as I tell cann;
Therefore take noe man thereto,
But he be Waged, however you doe;
Not by the Moneth, as nigh as ye maie,
Ne by the Weeke, but by the Daye:
And that your Wages be to their minde,
Better then thei elsewhere can finde;
And that thei neede not for Wages sue,
But that their Payment be quick and trewe;
For that shall cause them to love and dreade,
And to their Warks to take good heede,
For doubt least thei be put awaye,
For Negligence of them in one daye:
Houshold-men woll not doe soe,
From this Warke therefore let them goe.
[Page 50] If I had knowne this, and had done soe,
I had avoyded mickle woe.
Alsoe in this Warke must be Liberty,
Without impediment, in everie degree,
With divers Comforts peynes to release
Of labours continuall which maie not Cease;
Els anguish of Labour and Melancholly,
Mought be Cause your Warkes to destroy.
Of the grosse Warke it needes to shew noe more,
For old men have tought the remnant before;
And what is necessary that thei laft out,
This Boke sheweth it without doubt.
Wherefore this litle Boke the Ordinall,
Is in Alkimy the Complement of all;
The Chapter following convenient for a Clerke,
Sheweth the Councells of the subtill Werke.

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CHAP. V.

BRISE by Surname when the chaunge of Coyne was had,
Made some Men sorry, and some Men glad:
And as to much people that chaunge,
Seemed a newe thinge and a straunge;
Soe that season befell a wonderous thinge,
Tuching this Science without leasinge.
That three Masters of this Science all
Lay in one Bed nigh to Leaden-Hall,
Which had Elixirs parfite White and Red,
A wonder such Three to rest in one Bed,
And that within the space of dayes Tenn,
While hard it is to finde One in Millions of Men.
Of the Dukedome of Loraine one I understand
Was borne, that other nigh the Midle of England;
Under a Crosse, in the end of Shires three,
The third was borne; the youngest of them is he.
Which by his Nativity is by Clerks found,
That he shulde honour all English ground;
A Man mought walke all the World aboute,
And faile such Three Masters to finde oute;
Twayne be fleeting, the Youngest shall abide,
And doe much good in this Londe at a Tyde.
But sinne of Princes shall let or delaye
The Grace that he shulde doe on a daye.
The eldest Master chaunted of him a Songe,
And said that he shulde suffer much wronge.
Of them which were to him greately behould,
And manie things moe this Master tould,
Which sith that tyme hath trewly befall,
And some of them hereafter shall,
[Page 53] Whereof one is trewlie (said he)
After Troubles great Joy shalbe
In every quarter of this Londe,
Which all good Men shall understonde:
The Younger asked when that shulde be,
The old Man said when Men shall see
The holy Crosse honored both day and night,
In the Lond of God in the Lond of Light;
Which maie be done in right good season,
But long delayed it is without reason:
When that beginneth note well this thinge,
This Science shall drawe towards the Kinge;
And many moe Graces ye maie be boulde,
Moe then of us shall now be tould;
Grace on that King shall descend,
When he ould Manners shall amende:
He shall make full secreate search,
For this Scyence with doulced speech;
And amonge the Solitary,
He shall have tidings certainly.
So sought King Kalid of manie Men,
Till he met with Morien,
Which helped Kalid at his neede,
His Vertues caused him to speede.
NOwe of such Matters let us cease,
And of the suttill Warke reherse;
Greate need hath he to be a Clerke,
That would perceive this suttill Werke.
He must know his first Philosophie,
If he trust to come by Alkimye:
And first ye shall well understonde,
All that take this Werke in honde;
When your materialls by preparation,
[Page 54] Be made well apt for Generation,
Then thei must be departed a twinn,
Into foure Elements if ye would to winn:
Which thing to doe if ye ne can,
Goe and lerne it of Hortolan.
Which made his Boke of that Doctrine,
How ye shulde part the Elements of Wine.
Moreover ye must for your succour,
Know th'effects of the quallities fower;
Called Heate, Colde, Moisture, and Drines,
Of which fower all things Compounded is;
And sith in this Arte your cheefe desire
Is to have Colour which shulde abide fier,
Ye must know before you can that see,
How everie Colour ingendred shall be,
For every Colour whiche maie be thought,
Shall heere appeare before that White be wrought.
Yet more ye would have to this summe,
Swiftly to melt as Wex or Gumme:
Els mought it not enter and perce
The Center of Mettalls as Auctors reherse;
Soe ye would have it both fix and flowe,
With Colour plenty if ye wist howe;
Such three Contraries joyntly to meete
In one accord is a greate Secret.
Nethles he that is cleere of Minde,
In this Chapter maie it well finde;
And first to give you a short Doctrine,
Of the aforesaid qualities prime:
Heate, and Cold, be qualities Active
Moisture, and Drines, be qualityes Passive;
For they suffren the Actives evermore,
As Stones to be Lyme, and Water to be Froare.
Hereupon to Judge, ye maie be bold,
[Page 55] Nothing is full wrought but by Heate and Cold;
Nethles the Passives have some Activity,
As in Handicrafts men ye maie daily see;
In Bakinge, and Brewinge, and other Crafts all,
Moisture is opperative and soe Drines be shall.
Aristotle in his Phisicks and other manie moe,
Said ab actionibus procedit speculatio;
They said that Practise is roote and beginning,
Of Speculation and of all Cunning:
For the properties of every thinge,
Be perceaved by their working;
As by Colours of Urins we may be bold
To give sentence of Heate and Colde;
By thes aforesaid foure qualities prime,
We seeche Colours with length of tyme;
Of White Colour we be not full sure,
To seeche it but in a substance pure:
Greate Doctrine thereof lerne now ye maie,
When ye know how Colours growe all day.
COlour is the utmost thinge of a Body cleere,
Cleere fubstance well termined is his matter heere;
If Heate hath maistery in matter that is drye,
White Colour is ever thereof certainely;
As it appeareth in sight of brent Bones,
And in making of all Lyme Stones.
Where Cold worketh in matter moist & cleere,
Yet of such working Whitnes woll appeare:
As it sheweth in Ice and Frosts hore;
The cause is set out in Philosophie before:
I write not here of common Philosophie,
But by example to teach Alkimy;
That one maie be perceived by that other,
As is the Child perceived by the Mother.
If Heate in moyst matter and grosse withall,
Warke, thereof Black Colour ingender shall;
Example hereof if ye of me desire,
Behold when you see greene Wood set on a fire;
When Cold worketh in matter thick and drye,
Black Colour shall be, this is the cause whie;
Such matter is compacted and more thick,
With Cold constreyning, enimy to all quick,
Thicknes made Darknes with privation of Light,
Soe Collour is private, then Black it is to Sight,
Therefore evermore remember this,
How cleere matter is matter of Whitenes;
The cause efficient maie be manyfold,
For somewhile it is Heate, and sometime Cold:
But Whire and Black, as all men maie see,
Be Colours contrary in most extremitie:
Wherefore your warke with Black must beginn,
If the end shulde be with Whitenes to winn.
The midle Colour as Philosophers write,
Is Red Colour betweene Black and White:
Nethlesse trust me certainly,
Red is last in work of Alkimy.
Alsoe they say in their Doctrine,
How theis two Colours Rufe and Citrine,
Be meane Colours betweene White and Red,
And how that Greene, and Colour wan as Lead,
Betweene Red and Black be Colours meane,
And freshest Colour is of matter most Cleane.
Physitians in Urines have Colours Nynteene,
Betweene White and Black as thei weene;
Whereof Colour underwhite Subalbidus is one,
Like in Colour to Onychyne stone:
Of such like Colour Magnetia found is,
But Magnetia glittereth with Cleerenes:
[Page 57] In our suttill warke of Alkimy
Shall be all Colours that hath beene seen with Eye:
An hundreth Colours more in corteyne,
Then ever hath been seene in Urine.
Where in so many Colours mought not be,
But if our Stone conteyned every degree,
Of all Compositions found in warke of kinde,
And of all Compositions imaginable by minde.
Of as manie Colours as shall therein be saine,
So manie graduations your wisdome must attaine:
And if you knowe not such graduations all,
Lerne them of Raymond in his Atre Generall.
Gilbert Kymer wrote after his devise,
Of 17. Proportions, but thei maie not suffice
In this Science, which he coude never finde;
And yet in Phisick he had a nobil minde.
Wher the royalty of the nature of Man,
Advaunceth ofte Medicines of the Phisitian:
And so honoreth oft times his Crafte,
When that the Medicines peradventure mought be lafte;
But it is not so in Phisick of Mines,
For that Arte exceedeth all other engines:
And resteth only in the wisdome of Man,
As by experience wise men witnes can.
ANd soe of Alkimy the trew foundation,
Is in Composition by wise graduation
Of Heate and Cold, of Moist and of Drye,
Knowing other Qualities ingendered thereby;
As hard and soft, heavy and light,
Rough and smoothe, by ponders right,
With Number and Measure wisely sought,
In which three resteth all that God wrought:
For God made all things, and set it sure,
[Page 58] In Number Ponder and in Measure,
Which numbers if you doe chaunge and breake,
Upon Nature you must doe wreake.
Wherefore Anaxagoras said Take good heede,
That to Conjunction ye not proceede,
Till ye know the Ponders full compleate
Of all Components which shulde therein meete;
Bacon said that old Men did nothing hide,
But only Proportion wherein was noe guide:
For none old Auctor, King, Prince, ne Lord,
Writing of this Science with others did accorde
In the Proportions; which if ye would reach,
Raymond, with Bacon, and Albert, done it teach,
With old Anaxagoras, of them fowre ye shall
Have perfect knowledge, but not of one have all:
And if you would joyne fowre Qualities to intent,
Then must ye Conjoyne every Element:
As Water and Erthe after your desire,
Well compounded with Ayer, and Fier:
Knowing the worthiest in his activitie,
The second, the third, every-each in his degree;
The fourth, and the vilest maie not be refused,
For it is profitable and best to be used;
And best maie extend his Multiplication,
In whome is the virtue of our Generation;
And that is the Erthly Lytharge of our Stone,
Without him Generation shall be none;
Neyther of our Tincture fixation,
For nothing is fixt but Erthe alone;
All other Elements moveable be,
Fier, Ayer, and Water, as ye daily see:
But Fier is cause of extendibility,
And causeth matters permiscible to be,
And cleere brightnes in Colours faire
[Page 59] Is caused of kinde evermore of Ayer,
And Ayer also with his Coaction,
Maketh things to be of light liquefaction:
As Wax is and Butter, and Gummes all,
A little heate maketh them to melt and fall:
Water clenseth with ablution blive,
And things mortifyed causeth to revive.
Of multiplying of Fier is no greater wonder,
Than is of multiplying of Erth set under:
For Erth beareth Herbes daily new and newe,
Without number, therefore it is trewe
That Erth is wonderfull as well as Fier,
Though one sparke maie soone fill a Sheere:
If all a Sheere were filled with Flaxe,
One sparke than would wonderfully waxe:
Fier and Erth be multipliers alone,
And thei be causers of multiplying our Stone.
Of this Erth showeth Albert our great Brother,
In his Mineralls, which Lytharge is better than other.
For the white Elixir he doth it there rehearse,
And the booke of Meeter showeth it in a verse.
NOw to Conjunction let us resorte,
And some wise Councell thereof reporte:
Conjoyne your Elements Grammatically,
With all their Concords conveniently:
Whiche Concords to healpe a Clerke,
Be cheefe Instruments of all this werke:
For nothinge maie be more contrary nowe,
Than to be fixt and unperfectly flowe:
All the Grammarians of England and of Fraunce,
Cannot teach you this Concordance:
This Ordinall telleth where ye maie it see,
In Phisick in the Boke de Arbore.
[Page 60] Joyne them also in Rhetoricall guise,
With Natures Ornate in purified wise.
Sithens our Tincture must be most pure and faire,
Be sure of pure Erth, Water, Fier and Ayre.
In Logicall wise be it early or late,
Joyne trewe kindes not sophisticate;
Ignorance hereof hath made many Clerks,
Lewdly to leese their labour and their werkes.
Joyne them together also Arithmetically,
By suttill Numbers proportionally.
Whereof a litle mention made there was,
When Boetius said tu numeris elementa ligas.
Joyne your Elements Musically,
For two causes, one is for Melody:
Which there accords will make to your mind,
The trewe effect when that ye shall finde.
And also for like as Diapason,
With Diapente and with Diatesseran,
With ypate ypaton, and Lecanos muse,
With other accords which in Musick be,
With their proporcions causen Harmony,
Much like proportions be in Alkimy,
As for the great Numbers Actuall:
But for the secreate Numbers Intellectuall;
Ye must seeche them as I said before,
Out of Raymond and out of Bacons lore.
Bacon sheweth it darkly in his three letters all,
And Raymonde better in his Arte Generall.
Many men weene which doth them reade,
That theie doe understonde them when theie doe not indeede.
With Astrologie joyne Elements also,
To fortune their Workings as theie goe:
Such simple kindes unformed and unwrought,
Must craftily be guided till the end be sought,
[Page 61] All which season theie have more obedience,
Above formed Natures to Sterrs influence.
And Science Perspective giveth great evidence,
To all the Ministers of this Science.
And so done other Sciences manie moe
And specially the Science de Pleno & Vacuo,
But the chiefe Mistris among Sciences all,
For helpe of this Arte, is Magick Naturall.
WHen the foure Elements wisely joyned be,
And every-each of them set in his degree,
Then of divers degrees and of divers digestion,
Colours will arise towards perfection.
For then worketh inward heate naturall,
Which in our substance is but Intellectuall:
To sight unknowne, hand maie it not feele,
His working is knowne to few Men and seild;
And when this heate naturall moved be shall
By our outward heate artificiall,
Then Nature excited to labour will not cease
Many diversities of degrees to increase.
Which is one cause by reason you ma [...]e see,
Whie in our warke so manie Colours be:
Therfore it causeth in this Arte great doubt,
Ignorance of heate within and without,
To know how theis two heates shulde accord,
And which of them in working shulde be Lord.
DIgestion in this warke hath great likenesse
To digestion in things of Quicknes:
And before other (as I witnesse can)
It is most like to digestion of Man.
Therefore said Morien, our Stone in generation
Is most like thing to Mans Creation,
[Page 62] In whom saith Raymond the fowre degrees all
Of the fowre Complexions together finde ye shall,
And that actually, which ye cannot finde
Amongst Creatures in none other kinde.
Wherefore amonge Creatures theis two alone
Be called Microcosmus, Man and our Stone.
Now of Digestion the aliment and foode
Perfectly to know is needfull and full good.
It is humor sollid constant with siccitie,
Mightily medled after some degree,
In opposite passives mixed duly,
Ingendered by inward and outward heat trewly.
Soe nothing else is our Digestion,
But of humour substantiall a create perfection.
I pray ye Laymen have me excused,
Though such Tearmes with you be not used,
I must use them, for all Auctors affirmes,
How every Science hath his proper Tearmes.
Digestion sometimes advanced maie be
By outward cold, as yearly ye maie see
How in Winter men eaten more meate
Than in Summer, when expansed is their heate;
For colde maketh heate inward then to flye,
And ligge nigh together, then stronger is he;
Which by his strength his power is more
To make Digestion than he mought before.
But our cheefe Digesture for our intent,
Is virtuall heate of the matter digerent;
Nethles heate of the digestible thinge,
Helpeth digestion and her working:
Feaverly heate maketh no digestion,
Baines maie helpe and cause also destruction.
Wine digested hath more heate naturall,
Than hath new Muste, whose heate is accidentall:
[Page 63] Coagulation is noe forme substantiall,
But onlie passion of things materiall.
MOre ye must know, when Colours appeare,
Who is principall Agent in that matter Cleere.
For sometimes it is Heate, and sometimes Cold it is,
And sometime Moysture, and somewhile Drines.
The principall Agent to know at every season,
Requireth great search made by suttill reason:
Which is not perceived but of Masters fewe,
For thei mark not how Colours arise by rewe:
The principall Agent of the qualities fowre,
Hath power royall as Lord of most honour
The remnant of qualities to Converte to his kinde,
Of which conversion Anaxagoras maketh minde
In his Boke of Conversions Naturall,
Whereof Raymond sheweth causes speciall:
It is no Jape neither light to lerne
Your principall Agent all seasons to discerne:
Which I teach you to knowne by signes fowre,
By Colour, Odour, Sapor and Liquore.
ANd first by Colour to serve your intente,
To know thereby your principall Agent.
Looke in your Vessell which Colour sheweth most,
He that causeth him is principall of the host
As for that season, whose pride ye maie swage,
By this our Doctrine, if ye see him rage:
Which ye maie doe when ye well understonde,
The cause of all Colours which ye have in honde.
Which I woll teach you now shortly withall,
Bycause here and there seeke them ye ne shall:
Whitnes is caused of manie matters cleere,
In another thing termined, and soe it is heere;
[Page 64] Blacknes is when parts of a body darke,
With thicknes oppresseth the cleernes of the Warke;
Or els it is of a Combust terrestrietie;
But of such Combustion greate hardnes shall be;
And by Commixion of Darke Cleere and Cleane,
Shall be ingendered all the Colours meane:
Every cleere thinge perspicuate and fayre,
Standeth by the matters of Water and Aire,
Whome a pure Erth doth apprehend,
Such as shall not their cleerenes offend;
And if in such cleerenes and perspicuitie,
Ye can noe speciall Colour see,
Thereupon to Judge you maie be bold,
The cause of such things was exceeding Colde:
As Christall, Berill, and other things moe,
Diversitie betweene them lerne ere ye goe;
Christall hat Water declyning toward Ayer,
Wherefore it is cleere, perspicuous and faire;
But where it declineth towards Water more,
It is darke as Berill or Ice hard frore;
But when matters draweth toward siccitie,
Darknes with hardnes ingendred shall be;
As it appeareth in the Adamant Stone,
And in other things manie one.
Twinckling and glittering as in Magnetia is,
Light is cause thereof within matter of Cleerenes;
Which is superduced upon waterly vapour,
Beforetyme incenced with Heate be ye sure;
Now after cleerenes and Colours in extremitie,
Of meane Colours a litle shew will I.
Ruby colour is of a thinn fume succended
In a cleere Body, which alsoe is amended
When in that Body reyneth plenty of light,
For more or les thereof maketh more or les bright:
[Page 65] As the Amatist followeth the Ruby in dignity,
In less Cleerenes and more Obscuritie:
And a Calcedonie in Slymy substance,
Followeth the Berill in degrees of variance.
Greene as a Smaragde is of Water cleere,
With Erthy substance Combust mixt full neere:
And the cleerer substance that the Erth be,
The cleerer greeness thereof ye shall see.
Tawney is of Cleerenes terminate,
Infused with thick Fumosity congregate
Of Water, and alsoe of Erth succended,
Whereby the cleerenes of Aier is suspended.
Wann or leady Colour ingendred is
Of Waterie and Erthy parts without amisse;
And where such parts be cold and thick,
Ever Wann Colour theron shall stick;
As it appeareth in old layen Lead,
And in Men that be wellneere dead:
This Wann Colour called Lividitie,
In Envious Men useth much to be;
Naturall heate and blood done resorte,
To the Hert, them to comfort,
And leaveth Cold and Dry the Face,
For heate and blood is parted fro that place.
Likewise when Fevers be in extremitie,
The Nailes of Hands of this Colour wilbe.
The Saphire Colour, that Orient Blewe,
Like in Colour to the heavenlie hue,
Is much fairer than Wann Colour to sight,
For therein is more of Aier Water and Light
Than is in Wann Colour, and that by manifold,
Wherefore such Colour is more deerer solde;
All other Blewes the sadder that they be,
Thei have lesse of Aier and more of Terrestriety.
[Page 66] Silver to Azure soone broght will be;
The cause thereof is perspicuitie,
Which is in Silver caused of Ayer,
Wherefore it turneth to hevenly Colour faire;
And Quicksilver plenty within him is,
Causeth in Silver all this brightnes:
Subtiler Erth, pure Water, with cleerenes of Air,
Causeth such brightnes to Quicksilver to repaire.
Citrine Colour Yellowe as ye see in Gould,
Is Colour most liking for some men to behould:
Caused of mighty and strong digestion,
For humor in him have strong decoction;
Such Colour with Heate ingendred be shall,
As it in Honey, Urine, Lye, and Gall:
The shining of Gould is caused as I tell,
Of pure and subtile Water termined full well,
Perspicuously condensed; for Water pure and fine,
The more it is Condensed, the better it woll shine;
For of a Mirrour the cause none other is,
But moisture termined, as all Clerks gesse,
Soe that it be polible withall;
For Aier Figures receive never shall;
For Aier maie not be terminate in his kinde;
So cause of shining in Water ye shall finde.
With White and Red well medled pure and fine
Woll be ingendred faire Colour Citrine.
Soe divers Comixtions of Elements,
Maketh divers Colours, for divers intents:
With divers Digestions, and divers degrees,
All Colours be made which your Eyen sees.
Of Elements ye must the proper Colour lerne,
Whereby of Colours ye maie better discerne;
Phisitians saie of good Herbs and soote,
Some be colde outward and hot within the roote;
[Page 67] Example hereof if ye list to gett,
Behold the working of the gentle Violet:
Common Philosophie the cause doth disclose,
Whie colde is within and red without the Rose:
Anaxagoras said in his Coversions naturall,
Inward and Outward be contrary in things all,
Which is trewe except such things as be
Of little composition, and nigh simplicitie;
As is Scammonye, and Lawrell the Laxative,
Which be not nourishing to vegetative.
Remember how in every mixt thinge,
Evermore one Element defireth to be Kinge:
Which proude appetite of Elements and vicious,
Moveth men to be Ambitious:
Wherefore our Lord that best dispose cann,
Hath made Ordeynance for sinfull Man,
All proude appetites to equalitie to bringe;
When Requiem aeternam the Church shall singe,
Than shall everie ambitious thought,
Plainely appeare how that it was nought:
Lords, and Beggars, and all shall be
In the Charnell brought to equalitie.
Your Principall Agent so rebate shall ye,
When he usurpeth above equality;
Therefore Aristotle said Compound ye our Stone
Equall, that in him repugnance be none;
Neither division as ye proceede;
Take heede thereto, for it is greate neede;
And when it falleth that ye shall see
All Colours at once that named maie be;
Than suffer Nature with her operation,
At her owne leasure to make Generation:
Soe that amonge so manie Colours all,
Nature maie shew one principall:
[Page 68] Such as shall draw towards your intent,
According to your desired Element.
This wise by Colours yee maie provide
How in your workes yee shall yee guide.
Manie moe things of Colours I maie write,
But this is sufficient my promise to acquite,
As farr forth as Colours maie serve your intent,
By them to know your principall agent.
But manie Clerks wonder why you may see
Soe manie Colours as in our Stone woll be,
Before that perfect White and Cleere,
And unchaungeable woll appeare,
Considering the fewnes of the ingredients;
I woll that answer to please their intents,
And teach them the trewth of that greate doubte.
By kinde of Magnesia such Colours passe out,
Whose nature is of such Convertibilitie,
To everie proportion, and to everie degree,
As Christall to his Subject is founde;
For of everie thing that is upon the grounde,
Which that ye woll Christall set under,
Such Colour hath Christall, therefore cease to wonder:
Wherefore Hermes said not untruly ne Envious,
Ad perpetranda miracula rei unius:
God hath so ordeyned saith Hermes the Kinge,
To fulfill the miracles of one thinge:
Common Philosophers thereof cannot finde
The vertues of our Stone exceeding far their minde.
SMelling maie helpe forth your intente,
To know your reigning Elemente;
And be with Colour a Testimony,
To know your principall Agent thereby;
And ye which would by smelling lerne
[Page 69] Of your principall Agent trewly to discerne.
As White, and Black, be Colours in extremitie,
Soe of Odors, soote and stinking be:
But like as Fishes know not by sight
Noe meane Colours, because their Eyne bright
Have none Eyelidds for their sight closinge,
Soe meane Odors shall not by smellinge
Be knowne of you, this is the cause whie,
For Nostrills be open as the fishes Eye:
Therefore meane Odors be not in certaine
Smelled by the Nose, as meane Colours be seene.
Heavie Smell is not as Clerks thinke
The midle Odor, but only the lesse Stinke.
Old Fathers wrote by their Doctrine,
Of their Experience which is maturine,
That if ye medle sweete Savour and redolente
Equally with stinking to prove your intent;
The soote shall be smelled, the stinking not soe,
The cause ye may lerne now ere ye goe;
All sweete smelling things have more puritie,
And are more spirituall than stinking maie be:
Wherefore it is in Aier more penetrative,
And is more extendible, and is alsoe to life
More acceptable, as friend to Nature,
And therefore rather received be ye sure.
ODor is a smokish vapour resolved with heate,
Out of substance, by an invisible sweate;
Which in the Aier hath free entringe,
And chaungeth the Aier and your Smellinge;
As Sapor of Meates chaungeth your Tastinge,
And as Sounds chaungeth your Hearinge,
And as Colour chaungeth your Sight,
Soe Odor chaungeth Smelling by might.
[Page 70] The cause of Odours to know if you delight,
Foure things thereto be requisite;
First that suttill matter be Obedient
To the working of Heate, for to present
By a fume the liknes of the same thinge,
From whome that fume had his beginninge;
Also to beare forth that pure fume and faire,
There is required a cleere thinn Aier:
For thick Aier woll not beare it farr,
But it woll reteyne it much faster;
And soe thick matter Obedience hath none,
To the working of Heate, as it sheweth in Stone:
Heate maketh Odours, Cold shrinketh, by reason
Dunghills in Summer stink more than in Winter season;
Pleasant Odours ingendered be shall
Of cleane and Pure substance and fumigale,
As it appeareth in Amber, Narde, and Mirrhe,
Good for a Woman, such things pleaseth her;
But of Pure substance with a Meane heate,
Be temperate Odours, as in the Violet;
Of a Meane heate with substance Impure,
Is Odours misliking, as Aloes and Sulphure:
But when Naturall heate beginneth to spill,
Then thereof ariseth heavie smell;
As Fish smelleth that is kept too longe,
Naturall heate rotteth, soe the smell is stronge;
STinch is a Vapour, a resolved fumositie
Of things which of Evill Complexions be.
And when Humor onlie is in Corruption,
Soe that the Substance be not in Destruction,
Thereof shall onlie heavie smell arise,
But not verie Stinch come in that wise.
Of everie Stinch the cause of that Chaunce
[Page 71] Is only corruption of the selfe substance;
And when Evill substance shall putrifie,
Horrible Odour is gendred thereby:
As of Dragons and Men that long dead be,
Their stench maie cause greate Mortalitie.
It is not wholsome to smell to some Cole,
For quenching of some Snuffe a Mare woll cast her Foale.
When the Qualities of a thing according is
To your Nature, good Odour will not misse:
But when the substance is contrary to your kinde,
The Odours thereof odious you shall finde.
Fishes love Soote smell, also it is trewe,
Thei love not old Kydles as thei doe the new.
All things that are of good Odour,
Have naturall Heate for their succour;
Though Camphire, Roses, and things colde,
Have soote Odours, yet Auctors tould,
How Heate virtually inclosed is the skell,
With Purenes of substance, whie they so smell:
This olde opinion you maie teach your Brother,
How noe good Odour is contrary to another;
But it is not soe of stinking smells,
For stinch of Garlick voydeth stinch of Dunghills.
Of Odours this Doctrine is sufficiente,
As in Alkimy to serve your intente,
Your Warks to understonde thereby,
When things begin to purrifie;
Alsoe by Odours this you maie lerne,
Suttilnes and grosnes of Matters to discerne:
Alsoe of Meane substance knowledge ye may get,
With knowledge of Corruption of Naturall heate;
And knowledge of Diversitie by good attendance,
When Humour corrupteth and when the Substance.
But our Substance was made so pure and cleane,
[Page 72] And is conserved by vertue of the meane,
That ye no stinke thereof shall finde,
Albeit that it putrifie fro his owne kinde.
THe third signe and the third Testimony
To understand your principall Agent by,
Is Sapor called, of Mouth the Taste,
Which evermore is cause of waste
Of the substance of the same thinge
Whereof ye make proofe by Tastinge
Sapor shulde be much better Judge
Then Colour or Odour, and more refuge,
Were not Taste a perillous thinge,
While our Stone is in workinge;
For it is hurting to health and life,
It is so greatly penetrative;
Above all subtill things it hath Victory,
And peirceth solid things hastily,
Wherefore it is perill and not good,
Much or oft to Tast of that foode:
It Comforteth Mettalls as we well finde,
But it is Perillous for all Mankinde,
Till perfect Red thereof be made,
Such as in Fier woll never fade.
A lewde Man late that served this Arte,
Tasted of our white Stone a parte,
Trusting thereby to find releefe
Of all sicknes and of all greefe,
Whereby the Wretch was sodenly,
Smitt with a strong Paralisie;
Whom my Master with great Engine,
Cured with Bezoars of the Mine.
Therefore though Tast by Common reason,
Shulde be best judge at every season,
[Page 73] Yet for that Tast is abominable
Sapor is heere not profitable.
Yet of some parts seperable,
A Tast maie well be Convenable
Before Conjunctions to make assay,
Whether they be well wrought or nay;
Howbeit a Wiseman hath helpe sufficient,
By Colour and Odour to have his intent:
For manie Men can chuse good Wine,
By Colour and Odour when it is fine;
But for new Wine not fined in generall,
The trew Tast is most suertie of all;
For Smelling hath Organalls but one,
Nothing discerning but fumous things alone;
But Tast hath six Organalls without doubt,
To feele qualitie of things within and without,
Which Nature ordain'd against perill and strife,
For more suertie of things haveing life:
An Ape chuseth her Meate by Smelling,
Men and Popinjayes trusten to Tasting:
For manie things be of good Smell,
Which to Tast be found full ill:
For they maie be abhominable sower,
Over-sharpe, too bitter, or of greate horrour,
Or Venamous, stinking, or over-stronge,
The Tast is judge and voideth such wronge.
Old men wrote in antient time,
How that of Sapors there be fully Nyne;
Which ye maie lerne in halfe an hower,
As Sharpe tast, Unctuous, and Sower,
Which three doe suttill matter signifie;
And other three doe meane matter testifie,
As Bitinge tast, Saltish and Weerish also,
Other three come thicke substances fro,
[Page 74] As Bitter tast, under Sower, and Douce;
Thes Nyne be found in manie a Noble House;
Five of these Nyne be ingendred by Heat,
Unctuons, Sharpe, Salt, Bitter, and Doulcet;
But of the Nyne the remnant all fower,
Be made with cold, as is the Sapor Sower,
And so is Sowerish tast called Sapor Pontick,
And lesse Sower allso called Sapor Stiptick,
Also is Weerish tast called Unsavoury,
With Cold ingendered effectually.
Sapor of two things hath his Conception,
Of divers Substance and of divers Complection.
OF Hot and Moyst in the Second degree,
With a Thick substance, Doulcet Tast will be;
The same degrees of the same Complexion,
To a Meane substance knit by connexion,
Unctuous Sapor ingender ever shall;
But where it is Hott and Dry withall,
With a Meane substance in the Second degree,
The Tast thereof must needs Saltish be;
When a thing in the Third degree Hot and Dry is,
With a substance Thick, there is Bitternes;
But in the Fowerth degree matter Hot and Dry,
With a Suttill substance, Sharpe Tast is thereby;
So five Tasts, as I said before,
Be ingendered with Heat, and not one more.
Of Cold and Dry in the Second degree by kinde,
With a Suttill substance, full Sower ye shall it finde;
As by Faces of People ye maie Deeme,
When thei tast Crabs while thei be greene:
The same Complexion in the same degree,
In a thing which of Meane substance shall be,
Of that is ingendred ye maie well suppose,
[Page 75] A Bitinge Tast as is of the Roase,
But Sower, and Sowrish, and least Sower, all three
Be of Cold and Dry in High and Low degree:
And Cold and Moyst in the First degree of all,
A Weerish Tast ingender ever shall,
As of an Egg it showeth in the glaere,
And in pale Women over White and Fayer:
For such be Cold, and of Humiditye
Thei have trewly greate superfluity,
Therefore to Men thei have lesse delight;
Cold rebateth luxurious appetite.
Isaac said there be but Tastes seaven,
For Sower and lesse Sower was one but uneven,
But in Complexion thei were of one foundation,
For Unsavoury was but of Tast privation;
Compound Tasts be found also,
As Doulce Eger and others manie mo;
So by Tast men maie Craftily know
Divers complexions and degrees high and low;
And when ye doubt by Tast to make report,
Than to your other testimonies resort.
As in Phisicke trust not to Urine
Onely, but also take witnes and Doctrine
Of your Pulses, and wisely considering
Six things not naturall the Body concerning,
Having respect also therewithall,
Unto these Seaven things naturall;
And take heed if ye woll be fure,
Of Three things contrary to nature:
Compleat theis Sixteene wisely to your ground,
A lewd Phisition least that ye be found:
For so of (had I wist) ye maie beware,
And helpe the Sick man from his care:
So fo this Science if ye woll advaunce,
[Page 76] Your works, take heed of everie Circumstance,
Wisely Considering your testimonyes fower,
Three be now passed, the fowerth is Liquor.
LIquor is the Comfort of this Werke;
Liquor giveth evidence to a Clerke
Thereby to fasten his Elements,
And also to loose them for some intents;
Liquor conjoyneth Male with Female Wife,
And causeth dead things to resort to Life;
Liquors clenseth with theire ablution,
Liquors to our Stone be Cheefe nutrition;
Without Liquor no Meate is good;
Liquors conveieth all Aliment and Food
To every part of Mans Body,
And so thei doe with us in Alkimy.
Ye must consider the puritie
Of all your Liquors and quantitie;
And how thick thei be or thinn,
Or else thereof shall ye litle winn;
But not as Phisitions maketh mention,
For Elixir is a thing of a second intention;
Wherefore ye shall more Wondrous natures find
In his working, than in all other kind;
Phisitions say the thicker Urine be,
The more it signifieth Humidity,
Where thick Liquor with us hath siccity,
And suttill Liquor betokneth Humidity:
MAnie Liquors be requisit
To our Stone for his appetite.
In the Booke of Turba Aristeus deposed,
How Ayre in Water was secreatly inclosed,
Which bare up Erth with his Aierly might.
[Page 77] Pithagoras said that was spoke with right.
Aristotle Craftilye his words set he,
Saying, cum habueris aquam ab Aere.
Plato wrote full sapiently,
And named it stilla roris madidi:
Which was kindly spoken for Alkimy.
But common Students in first Philosophie,
Say Ayre condensed is turned into Raine,
And Water rarified becomes Ayre againe.
Some said how May was first season and faire
To take such Water as is made of Ayre.
Some said such Waters come heaven fro,
When the Sunn entereth into Scorpio.
Some said all Liquors shulde be refused;
Which Frost infected shulde not be used:
The cause whie as telleth Autors old,
Is that theire accuity is duld with cold.
Some Philosophers said that ye shulde take
Milke for the Liquor Elixir to make:
And other sort said after their intent,
No Liquor so good for the Complement,
As Water of Litharge which would not misse,
With Water of Azot to make lac virginis:
But Democrit said best Liquor to present
Elixir withall was Water permanent:
Whose naturall vertue and propertie,
Was fier to abide and never to flye:
Rupiscissa said that cheefe Liquor
Was Aqua-vitae Elixir to succour;
For she was spirituall, and would revive
Dead things fro death to live,
Shee was Quintessence, the fift thing,
Whereof Aristotle by his writing
In his Boke of Secrets saith soe,
[Page 78] How that all perfection was in quinario.
Rupiscissa called it best Liquor of all,
For it maketh grosse matter spirituall:
But of Pithagoras ye maie finde,
Our Aqua-vitae of another kinde;
He saith it was Vivificans in his sentence,
Fac fugiens fixum & fixum fugiens,
For in such wise with strong Coaction,
Fixt matters were made of light liquefaction.
Another sort said no Liquor was above
The Liquor which Congers most desier and love:
Therefore such Liquors are best found,
Nigh to Islands, and to such ground
Which the Ocean Sea hath compassed about,
For there such Liquors be soonest fet out.
Of another Liquor wise men tell,
Which is fresher than Water of the Well;
Fresher Liquor there is none in tast,
Yet it woll never consume ne waste;
Though it be occupied evermore,
It will never be lesse in store;
Which Democrit named for his intent,
Lux umbra carens, Water most Orient;
Hermes said no Liquor so necessarie,
As was Water of crude Mercury:
For he shall stand said that Noble Clerke,
For the Water within our werke.
Now lerne ye which for this Science have sought,
By all these Liquors our Stone must be wrought.
LIquor is a thing moveable,
Of fleeting substance and unstable.
All such things follow the Moone,
More then standing kindes doone;
[Page 79] And that appeareth to a Clerke,
In working of the white Werke;
Liquors washen and maken cleane
Both Extremities and the Meane;
God made Liquors for Mans use,
To clense foule things in everie howse;
Liquor bringeth without doubt,
Hidden things in Bodyes out,
As Landres witnes evidently,
When of Ashes thei make their Lye;
Liquor comforteth the roots of Grasse,
And of Trees such as drye was;
For Liquors of Nature woll restore
Humors that were lost before.
Liquors departeth Qualities asunder,
Substance resolving in Attomes with wonder;
Liquors also bringeth into one
Many things to be one Stone.
Liquors helpeth to flux and to flowe
Manie things, and lerne ye maie now
How Liquor is in manie manners found
Out of things that be on the ground,
Some by cutting, as Turpentine;
Some with Pressing, as Sider and Wine;
Some with grinding, as Oyle is had;
Some with stilling, as Waters be made;
Some with Brenning, as Colophonie;
And some with Water, as Women make Lye;
Some be otherwise brought about,
And by naturall working fet out,
As Urin, Sweat, Milk, and also Blood,
And Renniet which for Cheese is good:
By as manie manners and moe by one,
We seek Liquors for our Stone.
[Page 80] Every of the forenamed woll cleave
To that thei touch, and some deale leave:
But Quicksilver albeit it is fleeting,
Yet he woll never cleave to any thinge,
But to a Mettall of one kinde or other,
For there he findeth Sister or Brother.
Medling with suttill Erth doth him let,
To cleave to things such as he meet:
All the said Liquors which rehearsed be,
Conteyne fower Elements as well as he;
As Milke conteyneth Whey, Butter, and Cheese,
So done trewly every-each of all these:
Which fower maie be departed a twinn,
And after conjoynd to make ye winn.
But much more craftily they be heere sought,
Then Cheese, and Butter, and Whey be wrought;
And drawe neerer to simplicitie,
Then Cheese, Butter, or Whey maie be.
Of all Liquors which be in our Stone,
None is called simple but Water alone.
Of every Liquor which to our Stone shall goe,
Ye must know complexion and degree allso,
And than with Liquor ye maie abate
The principall Agent from his Estate,
If he permanent and abiding be,
In any point of superfluitye:
As if the reigning qualitie be Driness,
Ye maie amend it with humour of Moistnes.
Now more, now lesse, as ye see need,
And so in all qualities proceede:
And in such wise order at your will,
The principall Agent, your purpose to fulfill:
With knowledge of diversity, contrarietie, and accord,
Ye maie chuse which quality shall be Lord.
[Page 81] Your Liquors be ordained to add and subtray,
To make equalitie by wisdome of assay;
But trust not that any thing maie be
Hot and Moist both in one Degree:
For all that trust two qualities to be soe,
Shall be deceived where ever thei goe.
Common Schooles (so teaching) be not true,
Leave that Opinion, and lerne this of new
All Old men in that were oversecne,
To set in one degree anie qualities twaine:
Else thei said so that Schollers shulde not finde
The secret mixtures of Elementall kind.
Therefore who cannot his graduations,
Maie not be perfect in our operations:
For in true Number God made every thing;
Without true Number no Man trulie maie sing;
Who faileth of his Number faileth of his Song,
Who faileth with us must doe Nature wrong.
COnsider also the nature of the meane,
When it is in the Third degree made cleane;
The purer that your meanes be,
The more perfection thereof ye shall see.
The meanes reteyne a great part
Of the vertues of this Arte:
For the Principle maie not give influence
To the Finall end, neither the refluence
Unto his Principall without succour and aid
Of meanes conteyning the extremities aforesaid:
For like as by meanes of a treble Spirit,
The Soule of Man is to his Body knit,
Of which three Spirits one is called Vitall,
The second is called the Spirit Naturall.
The third Spirit is Spirit Animall,
[Page 82] And where they dwell now lerne ye shall:
The Spirit Vitall in the Hert doth dwell,
The Spirit Naturall as old Auctors tell
To dwell in the Liver is thereof faine,
But Spirit Animall dwelleth in the Braine:
And as long as these Spirits three
Continue in Man in there prosperitie:
So long the Soule without all strife
Woll dwell with the Body in prosperous life,
But when theis Spirits in Man maie not abide,
The Soule forthwith departeth at that tide:
For the suttill Soule pure and immortall,
With the grosse Body maie never dwell withall,
He is so heavie, and She so light and cleane,
Were not the suttilnesse of this Spirit meane.
Therefore in our worke as Auctors teach us,
There must be Corpus Anima & Spiritus:
Also in our worke ye shall so finde,
That our meanes must accord in every kinde
Of both extremities with wisdome sought,
Els all our worke shall turne cleere to nought:
For prudent Nature maie not by workinge,
Make Complement of appetite of a thing,
And so passe betweene extremities,
But if she first passe by all degrees
Of everie meane, this is truth unfained,
Wherefore Nature manie meanes ordained.
NOw after all this to lerne ye had need,
Of seven Circulations of Elements for your speede,
According to number of the Planets seaven;
Which no man knoweth but he have grace from heaven.
Old Philosophers, men of great engine,
Said how of Circulations there shulde be Nine;
[Page 83] It is the [...]urer to doe by their advice,
Nethles Seaven maie your worke suffice,
By inventions late found of new,
Of later Philosophers whos workes be trewe.
But for Circulations of Elements,
Some Clerks ween to have their intents.
When they fro Fier ordaine to descend,
To Aire (thei ween not to offend)
If thei to Water doe then proceed,
And thens to Erth when thei see need,
And in such wise by order fall,
From the highest to the lowest of all:
Upon these words they tooke their ground,
That Aer est cibus ignis found.
But trust me that such Circulation,
Is but only a rectification,
Better serving for separation,
And for correction than for transmutation
But the truth is that appetite of the Fier,
Hath to worke in Erth his cheefe desire,
As upon his cheefe foode materiall,
For Fier with Erth hath most concord of all;
Because that siccitie is the lyme of heate,
But Ayre of her kind is most wet;
Yet Fire without Ayre worketh not,
For Faces of Elements be knit with a knot
Of Gods hand that they maie not depart,
By noe engine ne craft of Mans art;
As in Plomps ye have example faire,
Where heavie Water ariseth after Ayre;
Whereof noe cause reasonable ye shall finde,
But Connexion of faces of Elementall kinde.
But our Circulation is from Fier on high,
Which endeth with Water his most contrary.
[Page 84] Another Circulation beginneth with Ayre,
Ending with his Contrary cleane Erth and faier.
Fro Fier to Erth, fro thence to Water cleane,
Fro thence to Ayre, then fro thence by a meane,
Passing to Erth, then eftsoones to Fier,
To such Circulations the Red worke hath desire.
Other Circulations be better for the White,
That be rehearsed for her appetite.
Every Circulation hath her proper season,
As her lightnesse accordeth with reason.
For as one Planet is more ponderous
Then is another and slower, in his course:
So some Circulations which Clerks seeks,
Must for her time have full thirtie Weeks;
Other Circulations shall oft time have lesse,
As one Planet is lighter then another was:
But the time of one with another will amount
To twenty six Weekes proved by accompt.
After all grosse workes made before hand,
And after all Circumstances had I understande;
Ignorance hereof deceiveth manie a Man,
Causing them to cease where Wisemen began.
Common People which for this Science have sought,
Ween how in forty dayes it mought be wrought.
They know not how Nature and things of Arte,
Have a proper time assigned for their part,
As it appeareth by this Similitude,
The Elephant for that she is great and rude,
Goeth with Foale years full twayne,
And fifty yeares ere that Foale gender againe.
Anaxagoras said in his Consideration,
That Mettals had for their generation
A thousand Yeares, wherefore him list to say,
In respect thereof our Worke is but one Day.
[Page 85] Also ye must worke by good advice,
When ye see Erth above Water rise;
For as Water beareth Erth which we goe on,
So woll it doe in working of our Stone:
Wherefore Well-springs with strokes soft,
Soberly make ye must in tymes oft;
Whereby Water maie soberly flowe,
For violent Fluxes be perilous as nowe.
MOreover it healpeth in Alkimy
To know seaven Waters effectually:
Which be Coppied with manie a Man,
While thei be common seeke them as ye can,
Desire not this Boke to show things all,
For this Boke is but an Ordinall.
By those Waters men Weene in mind
All faults to amend of Metaline kinde;
Also thei weene of the Elements fower,
The effects to weene by their succour:
For thei suppose with confidence unfeined,
That all Vertues requifit in them be conteyned;
Some to molifie Mettalls hard wroght,
And some to harden Mettalls that be soft,
Some to purifie, some to make malleable;
Everie each according that he was able,
Such Liquors to know it is profitt and good,
Howbeit thei maie not to our Stone be food:
Noble Auctors men of glorious fame,
Called our Stone Microcosmus by name:
For his composition is withouten doubt,
Like to this World in which we walke about:
Of Heate, of Cold, of Moyst and of Drye,
Of Hard, of Soft, of Light and of Heavy,
Of Rough, of Smooth, and of things Stable,
[Page 86] Medled with things fleetinge and moveable;
Of all kinds Contrary broght to one accord,
Knit by the doctrine of God our blessed Lord:
Whereby of Mettalls is made transmutation,
Not only in Colour, but transubstantiation,
In which ye have need to know this thing,
How all the vertues of the Elements transmuting,
Upon the transmuted must have full domination,
Before that the substance be in transmutation;
And all partes transmuted must figured be
In the Elements transmuting impressed by degree.
So that the third thinge elemented of them all,
Of such condition evermore be shall.
That it trewly have it maie be none other,
But her Substance of that one, and her Vertue of that other.
A Child at his Nativitie can eate his meate and cry,
Our Stone at his Nativity woll Colour largly.
In three years after a Child can speake and goe,
Then is our Stone more Colouring also.
One upon a Thousand his tincture trewly is,
Of clean washen Mettall I am trew witnes,
Fastiely (beleeve it) and fully in your thought,
It maketh good Silver as of the Myne is wrought;
And also our Stone woll augment and increase,
In quantitie, and qualitie, and thereof never cease;
And therefore his growing and augmentation,
Is likned to Man in waxing and creation.
Nathles one pointe of trewth I woll reporte,
Which to some Men maie be discomforte;
At the first making of our Stone,
That time for winninge looke for none;
If ye then cease, I understande
Ye shall departe with loosinge hand [...],
The Costs be so great before,
[Page 87] Expended and set upon the score;
But at the first augment of all
Which tyme our Stone depart ye shall
In parts twaine full equally,
With subtill ballance and not with Eye:
One for the Red, that other for the White,
To mainteyne both for your delight;
Then winning first beginneth to arise:
But afterwards if ye be wise,
At every augment continually,
Profit shall grow comodiously;
In this our White Warke alone,
As well as in the Ruby Stone;
Whereof said Maraa Sister of Aron,
Lyfe is short, and Science is full long.
Nathles it greately retardeth Age,
When it is ended by strong Courage;
But some that have byne tought trewlie,
Have forsooke their worke lewdly;
When their greate labour have byne paste,
For thei know not how at the laste
Groweth the profit and the winninge,
Which thei would have at the beginninge,
Therefore I finde that it is neede,
The trewth to tell when ye shulde speede,
For when I am past and out of minde,
This my Witnes shall rest behinde,
For which cause I doe not spare,
Of this Arte the trewth to declare;
As much as I dare, that I be not shent
For breaking of Gods Commandement.
This wise endeth all our White Werke
Shewed sufficiently for an able Clerke.
AFter all this upon a day
I heard my noble Master say,
How that manie men patient and wise,
Found our White Stone with Exercise;
After that thei were trewlie tought,
With great labour that Stone they Caught;
But few (said he) or scarcely one,
In fifteene Kingdomes had our Red Stone:
And with that word he cast his Eye,
Looking on me full steadilye,
Of his words he saw me woe,
I said alas what shall I doe?
For above all Erthly thinge,
I most desire and love Cunninge.
And for the Red Stone is preservative,
Most precious thinge to length my Life;
The Red Stone said I is lever to me,
Then all were Gould that I would soe to be.
He said I was to younge of Age,
Of Body lusty and likely to outrage,
Scantly of the age of twenty eight yeares,
He said Philosophers had noe such Compeers;
This woefull answer then he made to me,
Till ye be elder he said it maie not be.
Alas good Master remember said I,
Howbeit my Body be light and lustie,
Prove and assay and you shall finde
Age sufficient within my Minde,
He held his words full still that tyde,
And so long tyme he did abide;
After this sudainely in wonderous wise,
He tempted me after the Philosophers guise.
Which to reherse it were too longe,
And to shew how I should doe wronge;
[Page 89] For that must be kept secreate,
For them which shall with this Science meete;
Yet at the last with leasure and with space
I wan his love, by help of Gods Grace;
So that I had with Grace the trewe doctrine
Of Confection of the Red medicine;
Whom to seeke it availeth right nought,
Till the White medicine be fully wrought.
Alsoe both Medicines in their beginninge
Have one manner of Vessell and Workinge,
As well for the White as also for the Red,
Till all quick things be made dead;
Then Vessells and forme of operation
Shall chaunge, in Matter, Figure, and Graduation.
But my herte quaketh, my hand is tremblinge,
When I write of this most selcouth thinge.
Hermes brought forth a true sentence and blounte,
When he said Ignis & AZot tibi sufficiunt.
The Expositor of Hermes and Aristotle joynte,
In that joynte worke shewd a straunge pointe,
He said Albertus Magnus the Black Freere,
Nether Freer Bacon his compeere,
Had not of our Red stone consideration,
Him to increase in multiplication.
The Expositor knew it sufficiently,
And my Master tought me trewly,
Albeit that I never made assaye
Of the Red worke before this Daye:
The cause appeareth in this Boke before,
When I was robbed then I would no more.
Nethlesse I have put me so farr in preass,
That secreate Trewth to shew I cannot cease;
Rehersing such as were greately too bold,
So great secreats to shew as thei tolde:
[Page 90] Thei said that within the Center of incompleate White
Was hid our Red Stone of most delight:
Which maie with strength and kinde of Fier,
Be made to appeare right as we desier.
Pandulphus in Turba saide, mente secura,
Et ejus umbra in vera tinctura.
Maria confirmed it in fide oculata,
Quod in ipsa albedine est rubedo occultata.
The Boke Laudabile Sanctum made by Hermes,
Of the Red Worke speaketh in this wise:
Candida tunc rubeo jacet uxor nupta marito,
That is to saie, if ye take heede thereto,
Then is the faire White Woman
Married to the Ruddy Man.
Understandinge thereof if ye would gett,
When our White Stone shall suffer heate,
And rest in Fier as red as Blood,
Then is the Marriage perfect and good;
And ye maie trewly know that tyme,
How the seminall seed Masculine
Hath wrought and won the Victory
Upon the menstrualls worthily,
And well converted them to his kinde,
As by experience ye shall finde,
Passing the Substance of Embrion,
For then compleate is made our Stone;
Whom wise Men said that ye shulde feede
With his owne Venome when it is neede.
Then ride or goe where ye delight,
For all your Costs he woll you quite.
Thus endeth the subtill Warke with all her store,
I need not, I maie not, I woll shew no more.

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CHAP. VI.

TOwards the Matters of Concordance,
Consider there be no variance
Betweene such things as shulde accorde;
For of variance maie grow discord,
VVhereby your VVarkes maie be lost,
VVith all your labour and all your cost:
He that wol take our VVarke in hande,
Five Concords he must understande.
The first Concord is neede to marke
VVhether his Minde accorde with the Warke,
VVhich shalbe Lord to paie for all,
Els all your labour destroy ye shall.
The second Concord is needfull to kenn,
Between this Crafte and her Workemen.
The Third shall serve well your intents,
VVhen Warke accordeth with Instruments.
The fourth Concord must welbe sought,
VVith the Place where it shall be wrought:
For trewlie it is no little grace
To find a perfect working Place.
The Fift is of Concord and of Love,
Betweene your VVarkes and the Spheare above.
Of theis five Concords reherse we shall,
Beginning with the first of all.
FOr the first ye shall well finde
That full few Lords be stable of Minde;
Thei be hasty, the VVarke is longe,
Thei woulde have you doe Nature wronge.
Some now be onward as hasty as fier,
[Page 93] Halfe a yeare after have noe desire;
And some in a Weeke, it is noe Nay,
Woll chaunge their mindes, and some in a day,
And for one Moneth have full beleife,
And the next Moneth thei woll the Arte repreeve.
It were much better for such to cease,
Than for this Arte to put them in preasse;
Let such like Butterflies wander and passe,
And lerne this lesson both more and lasse,
Following the Sentence of this holie letter,
Attingens à fine us (que) ad finem fortiter,
Disponens omnia suaviter:
That is, proceede mightily to the End
From the Beginning, maugre the feinde,
All things disposing in the meane space,
With great suavity that commeth of grace.
All short-witted Men and mutable,
Such must needs be variable;
And some doe every Man beleive,
Such credence doth their Cofers greive;
To everie new Tale to them tolde,
They give Credence and leave the olde.
But some Lords be stable of wit,
Such be apt to finish it.
Everie such Lord or Master of this Werke,
Be he Layman or be he Clerke,
Be he rich man, Knight, Abbot or Lorde,
He hath with this Arte greate Concorde.
THe seconde Concorde with this Arte is,
When ye can finde apt Ministers.
Noe Minister is apt to this intent,
But he be sober, wise, and diligent;
Trewe, and watchfull, and also timerous,
[Page 94] Close of Tongue, of Body not vitious,
Clenly of hands, in Tuching curious,
Not disobedient, neither presumptuous;
Such Servants maie your workes of Charge
Minister, and save from all outrage;
But trust not that two such Servants or three,
Maie sufficient for your worke be;
If your Matter be of quantity reasonable,
Then Eight such Servants be convenable;
But upon litle quantity, finde ye shall
Foure men able to performe all;
That one halfe of them must werke
While the other Sleepeth or goeth to Kerke;
For of this Arte ye shall not have your praye,
But it be ministred as well by Night as Daye
Continually, except the holy Sonday alone,
From Evensong begin till Evensong be done.
And while thei worke thei must needes eschewe
All Ribaudry, els thei shall finde this trewe,
That such mishap shall them befall,
Thei shall destroy part of their Works or all;
Therefore all the Ministers must be Men,
Or else thei must be all Weomen;
Set them not occupied one with another,
Though some to you be Sister or Brother:
Yet thei must have some good disporte
Their greate labours to recomforte:
Then nothinge shall better avaunce
Your worke than shall this Concordance.
THe Third Concord is to manie full derke,
To ordeyne Instruments according to the Werke:
As everie Chapter hath divers intents,
Soe hath it divers Instruments,
[Page 95] Both in Matter and also in Shape,
In Concord that nothing may mis-happ:
As workes of D [...]vision and Seperation
Have small Vessells for their Operation;
But Vessells broade for Humectation,
And some deale broad for Circulation;
But longe Vessells for Precipitation;
Both short and long serve Sublimation:
Narrowe Vessells and foure inches high
Serve Correction most properly.
Of Vessells, some be made of Leade,
And some of Clay both quick and deade;
Dead Clay is called such a thinge
As hath suffered greate roastinge;
Such medled in powder with good raw Claye,
Will Fier abide and not goe away;
But manie Claies woll leape in Fier,
Such for Vessells doe not desire.
Other Vessells be made of Stone,
For Fier sufficient but few or none
Amonge Workemen as yet is founde
In any Country of English grounde,
Which of Water nothing drinke shall,
And yet abide drie Fier withall,
Such Stones large for our intente,
Were a precious Instrument;
All other Vessells be made of Glasse,
That spirituall matters should not out-passe;
Of Ashes of Ferne in this Lond everi-each one
Be made, but els-where be of Stone.
Of our Glasses the better kinde.
The morning stuffe ye shall it finde,
Which was Ashes the night before,
Standing in Heate all night and more;
[Page 96] The harder stuffe is called Freton,
Of clipping of other Glasses it come:
Tincture with anealing of Glasiers
Will not perse him as thei reherse.
By this Doctrine chuse or refuse,
Take which you woll unto your use,
But for figures of Vessells kinde,
Everie Man followeth his owne minde,
The best fashion is ye maie be sure,
She that best concordeth with Vessell of Nature;
And figure that best Concordeth with quantity,
And with all Circumstances, to matter best is she,
And this sheweth well Albertus Magnus,
In his Boke De Mineralibus.
Hereof a Secreate disclosed was,
By my good Master; to more and lesse,
Saying, Si Deus non dedisset nobis vas
Nihil dedisset, and that is Glasse.
Instruments needefull there be more,
As be Furnaces ordeyned therefore.
Olde Men imagined for this Arte
A speciall Furnace for everie parte,
Everie-each divising after his owne thought;
But manie Furnaces of them be naught;
Some were too broade and some too longe,
Manie of them did Nature wronge:
Therefore some Furnaces maie be well used,
But manie of them must be refused,
For theie were made but by advice
Of them which seemed, and were not wise:
The most Commendable Fashion of them all,
In this Boke portraied finde ye shall.
One Furnace by me is found of newe,
[Page 97] Such as Olde Men never knewe,
Whose secreate Power with study sought,
And with greate Cost was dearely bought;
In him wilbe at one tyme wrought,
Threescore Warkes, and cost right nought,
More than it shulde for one Warke or twaine,
Therefore profitable it is certaine;
Threescore degrees divers ye maie gett,
For threescore warkes, and everie-ech of divers Heate,
Within that Furnace, to serve your desire,
And all thei served with one litle Fier,
Which of a Foote square onlie shalbe,
Yet everie-ech of the threescore as greate space as he:
Manie purposes ye maie thereby fulfill,
For here you shall have Heate after your will.
Of this Instrument all Men maie not be sure,
Therefore it is not formed in Picture.
Another Furnace woll serve threescore
Glasses trewly, and yet farr more,
Everie-ech of them standing in like Heate,
As by the Picture, Doctrine ye maie gett:
Another Furnace for this operation,
By me was found by Imagination,
Notably serving for Seperation
Of dividents, and for Altification,
And for Dis-junction called Division,
And for Correction called Ablution,
Yt woll for some things serve Desiccation,
Yt serveth full well for Preparation;
Soe for six things it serveth well,
And yet for all at once as I can tell:
This is a new thinge which shall not be
Set out in Picture for all men to see;
Another Furnace in Picture be shall,
[Page 98] More full of perills than other Furnaces all,
Made for Magnetia, whereof bould Men had doubte,
To tuch with hands a poore lynine Cloute,
Which in the midle thereof unbrenned stoode,
For feare of flames brenning fierce and woode;
Which suttill Furnace I devised alsoe,
In which I found manie wonders moe
Than is convenient at this season to tell,
Whose graduation is doubtfull and casuell:
Wherein Magnetia, matter of greate coste,
Must quickly be served or suddainly be loste:
Of whose graduation if you woll not misse
Consider your Stoples, and lerne well this,
The more is the Stople the lesse is the Heate,
By manifould Stoples Degrees ye maie gett;
Whoe knoweth the power, the working and kinde,
Of everie Furnace, he maie well trewth finde,
And he which thereof dwelleth in Ignorance,
All his Warke faleth upon Chaunce:
Noe man is sure to have his intent,
Without full concord of Arte with Instrument.
Manie more Instruments occupied ye shall se,
Than in this Chapter now rehearsed be,
Which ye must ordeyne by good or sad advice
And prove them before hand oft if ye be wise.
THe fourth Concord is full notable
Betweene this Arte and Places Convenable.
Some Places must needes be evermore dry,
Close from Aier, no waies Windy;
Some must be darke and dimme of sight,
In which Sun-beames none maie light;
But for some Places the trewth so is,
Thei cannot have too much brightnes:
[Page 99] Some Places must needes be Moist and Cold
For some workes as Auctors toulde;
But in our Warkes in everie place,
Winde will hurt in everie Case:
Therefore for everie Warke in season,
Ye must ordaine Places by reason.
Philosophers said by their engine,
How it shulde be wrought within locks Nyne:
Astrologers said it was a grace,
To finde a Chosen Working Place;
For manie things woll wonderous doe
In some Places and elsewhere not soe,
But contrarie wonders be of one thinge
In contrarie Countries wrought without leasing;
Whereof none other cause maie appeare,
But only contrarie places of the Sphere:
Whereto Places contrarie of the grounde,
To them Concordaunt and Obedient be found;
Hereof great Evidence and wittnes full cleere,
In the Magnets Stone openly doth appeare,
Whose North pointe draweth toward his Countrie,
Which under the Southe starr driveth Needles awaye;
Wherefore wise Men which for this Arte sought,
Found some Places concordant, some Places nought;
Trewly such Places where Lechery is used
Must for this Arte be utterly refused.
THe fift Concord is knowne well of Clerks,
Betweene the Sphere of Heaven and our Suttill Werks.
Nothing in Erth hath more Simplicitie,
Than th'elements of our Stone woll be,
Wherefore thei being in warke of Generation,
Have most Obedience to Constellation:
Whereof Concord most kindly and convenient
[Page 100] Is a direct and firie Ascendent,
Being signe common for this Operation,
For the multitude of their Iteration:
Fortune your Ascendent with his Lord also,
Keeping th' aspect of Shrewes them fro;
And if thei must let, or needely infect,
Cause them to looke with a Trine aspect.
For the White warke make fortunate the Moone,
For the Lord of the Fourth house likewise be it done;
For that is Thesaurum absconditum of olde Cle [...]ks;
Soe of the Sixt house for Servants of the Werks;
Save all them well from greate impediments,
As it is in Picture, or like the same intents.
Unlesse then your Nativity pretend infection,
In contrariety to this Election,
The vertue of the Mover of the Orbe is formall,
The vertue of the Eight Sphere is here Instrumentall,
With her Signes and Figures and parts aspectuall,
The Planets vertue is proper and speciall,
The vertue of the Elements is here materiall,
The vertue infused resulteth of them all:
The first is like to a workmans Minde,
The second like his Hand ye shall finde.
The third is like a good Instrument,
The remnant like a Thing wrought to your intent.
Make all the Premises with other well accord,
Then shall your merrits make you a greate Lord.
In this wise the Elixir of whom ye make mention,
Is ingendered, a thing of a second intention.
Trust not in Geomantie that superstitious Arte,
For God made Reason which there is set aparte.
Trust not to all Astrologers, I saie whie,
For that Arte is as secreat as Alkimy.
That other is disproved and plainely forbod,
[Page 101] By holy Saincts of the Church of God.
Trust not, ne love not Negromancy,
For it is a property of the Devill to lye.
Trust to this Doctrine, set herein your desires,
And now lerne the Regiment of your Fiers.
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CHAP. VII.

Aparfet Master ye maie him call trowe,
Which knoweth his Heates high and lowe.
Nothing maie let more your desires,
Than ignorance of Heates of your Fiers.
Of manie Auctors written ye maie see,
Totum consistit in ignis regimine:
Wherefore in all Chapters you must so proceed,
That Heate worke not more ne lesse than it need;
Wherein manie of Gebars Cookes
Deceived were, though thei be wise in Bokes.
Such Heate wherewith Pigg or Goose is Scalded,
In this Arte Decoction it is called;
For Minerall meanes serveth such heate,
And to make our Letharge to give sweate.
Such Heate as dryeth lawne Karcheefes fayre,
In thirty operations serveth for our Ayre;
But for Divisions you must use such heate,
As Cookes make when they roast grosse Meate;
The same Heate with a circular Fier,
For Separation of Dividents we desire;
But for Circulation of Elements,
Ignis candens observeth our intents;
Which Fier must ever be Coequall
In every minute, and yet perpetuall:
For it maie never abate ne increase,
And yet the Fier maie never cease.
Study wisely, and looke about
Such a Fier trewlie to finde out.
And in that Fier no moisture maie be,
Which Hand maie feele or Eye maie see.
[Page 104] Ignis humidus an other Fier alsoe
Is, and yet it seemeth oppositum in adjecto:
Such Heate dissevereth at certaine tydes
Matters cleving to Vessells sides.
Manie moe things that Heate maie wynn,
It maketh oft thick Matters to be thynn.
A Philosopher mistely spake of this Heate,
And saide, the highest degree thereof to get
Shall cause and gender such Siccitie,
As of drie heate shall be in the First degree.
Another Fier is Fire of Disiccation,
For matters which be imbibed with Humectation.
An other Fier is Fier of Conservation,
For all drie things of his operation:
For Magnetia is Fier of effusion,
Full of perills and full of illusion,
Not onely perill which to the Warke maie fall,
But such alsoe which the Master hurte shall;
Against which once received is noe boote,
Ordaine therefore to fetch breath from your foote;
Provide for Mouth, Eyes, Eares, and Nose,
For it is worse than ten times the Pose.
Men hereby hath sound paines sore,
Because they had not this warning before.
Ignis corrodens serveth in this Arte,
Elementa propinqua wisely to departe.
By one point of excesse all your Warke is shent,
And one point too little is insufficient;
Who can be sure to finde his trewe degree,
Magister magnus in igne shall he be.
It is the harder to know trewly his might,
There is no triall for it but our Eye sight:
Therefore all men faile in his presence,
Where Heate is lerned with cost of Experience.
[Page 105] Of this Heate in speciall Anaxagoras said thus,
Nemo primo fronte reperitur discretus.
Another is Heate of mighty Coaction,
For Mineralls that be of hard Liquefaction:
This Heate cannot be too stronge,
Be he continued never so longe.
Another is Heate of Calcination
For fowle Mettalls for their Preparation;
Which maie not brenn, ne doe them melte,
For so all thei maie soone be spilte.
The twelfte is Heate for to Sublime
All rhe Spirits of the Mine.
The last Heate of theis goeth for all,
When to Projection our Stone shall fall.
Use maketh Masterie, there is noe more to sayn [...],
But he that faileth must needs begin againe.
Now have I tought you everie thing by name,
As Men teach other the way to Walsingham,
Of every Village, Water, Bridge, and Hill,
Whereby wise Men their Journey maie fulfill:
Soe maie a Clerke by this Doctrine finde
This Science well if he be cleere of minde;
All other maie finde himselfe hereby a foole
To deale therewith, which litle can of Schoole;
For this is the end of all worldly Cunninge,
Where to attaine can neither Pope ne King
By their Honours, ne by their great Councell,
But only by Vertue and Grace as Auctors tell.
This precious Stone will not be found ne wrought
But he be right devotely sought.
The Auctors forenamed with this Boke of mine,
Sheweth of Alkimy all the Doctrine,
If ye compleate their Sentences all,
Not by Opinion, but after this Ordinall;
[Page 106] For in this Ordinall I fet you from all doubt,
Is nothing set wronge, nor one point left out.
The dayes were when that this Doctrine and ground
Had pleased me more than a Thousand pound;
Three Hundred pounds was not for my desire,
As would have byne this Chapter of the Fier.
And mervaile not Lords, ne ye freinds all,
Why soe noble a Scyence, as all Men this Arte call,
Is here set out in English blunt and rude,
For this is soe made to teach a Multitude
Of rude people which delen with this Werkes,
Ten Thousand Laymen against ten able Clerks:
Whereby yearely greate Riches in this Londe
Is lewdly lost, as Wisemen understonde;
And manie men of Everie degree
Yearely be brought to great Povertee.
Cease Laymen, cease, be not in follie ever;
Lewdnes to leave is better late than never.
All that hath pleasure in this Boke to reade,
Pray for my Soule, and for all both Quick and deade.
In this yeare of Christ One thousand foure Hundred seaventy and seaven,
This Warke was begun, Honour to God in Heaven.

[Page 107] THE COMPOƲND OF ALCHYMIE.

A most excellent, learned, and worthy worke, written by Sir George Ripley, Chanon of Bridlington in Yorke­shire, Conteining twelve Gates.

Titulus Operis.

HEre begynneth The Compound of Alchymie,
Made by a Chanon of Bridlington,
After his learning in Italy
At Yxning for tyme he there did wonne:
In which be declared openly
The secrets both of Sunne and Moone,
How they their kinde to multiplye,
In one body togeder must wonne.
Which Chanon Sir George Ripley hight,
Exempt from Claustrall observance,
For whom pray ye both day and night,
Sith he did labour you to advance.
He turned darknes into light,
Intending to helpe you to happy chaunce,
Gyving Counsell that ye live right,
Doeing to God no displeasaunce.

GEORGE RIPLEY UNTO King EDWARD the fourth.

O Honorable Lord, and most victoryous Knyght,
With Grace and Fortune abundantly endewed,
The savegard of England, & maynteyner of right;
That God you loveth indeede he hath well shewed:
Wherefore I trust thys Lond shalbe renewed
With Joy and Riches, with Charyty and Peace,
So that old ranckors understrewed,
Tempestuous troubles and wretchednes shall cease.
And now syth I see by tokens right evident,
That God you guydeth, and that ye be vertuous,
Hating synne, and such as be insolent,
How that also Manslaughter to you is odious,
Upon the Indygent also that ye be piteous,
Greate ruth it were if ye should not lyve longe:
For of your great fortune ye be not presumptuous,
Nor vengeable of mynde to wreke every wrong.
Theis considered, with others, in your most noble Estate,
Like as God knoweth, and people doe witnesse beare,
So entyrely me meveth, that I must algate
Recorde the same, and therein be no flatterer:
And that not onely, but also to write here,
And to your Highnes humbly for to present
Great Secretts which I in farre Countryes did lert,
And which by grace to me most unworthy are lent.
Once to your Lordship such thyngs I did promise,
What tyme ye did command to send unto me;
And since that I wrote in full secret wise,
Unto your Grace from the Universitie
Of Lovayne, when God fortuned me by Grace to see
Greater secretts and moch more profyte,
Which onely to you I wyll disclosed to be:
That is to say the great Elixirs both Red and White.
For like it you to trust that trewlie I have found
The perfect waye of most secrete Alchimy,
Which I wyll never tr [...]wly for M [...]rke ne for Pounde
Make common but to you, and that conditionally
That to your selfe ye shall keepe it full secretly,
And onely it use as may be to Gods pleasure,
Els in tyme comming, of God I should abye
For my discovering of his secrete treasure.
Therefore advise you well wyth good delyberation,
For of this Secrete shall know none other Creature
But onely you, as I make faithfull Protestation,
For all the tyme that I here in lyfe endure:
Whereto I wyll your Lordship me to ensure,
To my desyre in thys by othe to agree,
Least I should to me the wrath of God procure;
For my revealing his greate gift and previtie.
And yet moreover I wyll your Hyghnes to pardon me,
For openly wyth pen I wyll it never wryte,
But when that ye list by practice ye shall se [...];
By Mouth also this pr [...]tious secret most of delyght,
How may be made Elixirs Red and Whyte,
Playne unto your Hyghnes it shall declared be,
And if it please you with easy expence and respyte
To help, I wyll them make by helpe of the Trinitie.
But notwythstanding for perill that might befall,
Though I dare not here plainly the knot unbinde,
Yet in my writeing I wyll not be so Mysticall,
But that ye may by studie the knowleige finde:
How that eche thing multiplicable is in hys kinde,
And that likenes of bodies Metalline be transmutable
I wyll deelare, that if ye feele me in your minde
Ye shall prove my wryting true and noe fayned fable.
And if God graunt you by me to wynne thys treasure,
Serve him devoutly with more Laud and thanking,
Praying his Godhead in lyfe ye may so endure,
His gifts of grace and fortune to use to his pleasing,
Most specially intending over all thing,
To your power and connyng his precepts tenne
So to keep, that into no daunger your selfe ye bring;
But that ye may in glorie see him hereafter, Amen.
As the Philosopher in the boke of Meteors doth wryte,
That the lykenesse of bodyes Metalline be not transmutable,
But after he added theis words of more delyte,
Without they be reduced to theyr beginning materiable.
Wherefore such bodies which in nature be liquable,
Minerall and Mettaline may be Mercurizate,
Conceave ye may that this Scyence is not opinable,
But very true by Raymond and others determynate.
In the said Boke the Philosopher speaketh also,
Therein if it please your Highnes for to reade,
Of divers Sulphurs, but especially of two;
And of two Mercuryes Joyned to them indede:
Whereby he doth true understanders leade
To the knowledge of the principles which be true;
Both Red most pure, and White, as have I spede,
Which be neverthelesse founden but of right few.
And these two things be best he addeth anone
For them that worketh the Alchimy to take,
Our Gold and our Silver therewith to make alone;
Wherefore I say, who will our Pearle and Ruby make,
The said principles looke that he not forsake:
For at the beginning if his principles be trewe,
And that he can by crafte them so bake;
Trewly at the end his Worke shall him not rewe.
But one greate secret ryght nedefull it is to knowe,
That though the Philosophers speake plurally,
All is but one Thing, ye may me trowe,
In kinde, which is our Base principally,
Whereof doth spring both Whyte and Red naturally;
And yet the Whyte must come fyrst of the Red:
Which thyng is not wrought manually,
But naturally, Craft helping oute of our Leade.
For all the parts of our most precious Stone,
As I can preve, be Coessentiall and concrete;
Moreover there is no true principle but one;
Full longe it was er I therwith could mete:
Who can reduce it, and knoweth his Heate,
And only kinde with kinde can redresse,
Till filth originall be clensed from his Seat,
Likely he is to finde our secrets both more and lesse,
Onlie therefore worke Kynde, with his owne Kynde,
And all your Elements Ioyne that they not strive,
This poynte also for any thing beare in mynde;
That passive natures ye tourne into active,
Of Water, Fire, and Winde, of Erthe make blive;
And of the Quadrangle make ye a Figure round,
Then have ye honie of our bene hive;
One ounce well worth a thousand pound.
The principall secrete of secretes all
Is true Proportion which may not be behinde,
Wherein I councell yow be not superficiall,
The true conclusion if ever ye thinke to fynde,
Turne Erth to Water, and Water into Wynde,
Therof make Fire, and beware of the Floode
Of Noe, wherein many one be blinde;
That by this Science thei get but little good.
I councell you to eate and drinke temperatly,
And be well ware that Iposarcha come not in place;
Nesh not your Wombe by drinking ymmoderatly,
Lest ye quench your naturall Heate in lyttle space;
The colour wyll tell appearing in your Face:
Drinke no more therefore, then ye may eate;
Walke up and downe after an easie pace,
Chafe not your Body too sore for to sweate.
With easy Fire after meving when ye sweate,
Warme your Body and make it dry againe;
By Rivers and Fountaines walke after meate:
At morrowe tymely visit the high Mountaine,
That Phisicke so byddeth I reade certeyne:
So hygh the Mountaine nevertheles ye not ascende,
But that ye may downeward the way have plaine,
And with your Mantell from cold ye yow defende.
Such labour is holsome, your sweat if ye wyll drie
With a napkin, and after it take no cold,
For grosse humors be purged by Sweat kindly;
Use Diacameron, then confect with perfect Gold
Hermodactilus for watrie humors good I hold,
Use Hipericon Perforate with mylke of Tithimall;
And Sperma Cete ana with redd Wyne when ye wax old,
And Gotes Mylke soddē with Gold nourisheth moisture radical.
But a good Phisytian who so intendeth to be,
Our lower Astronomy him nedeth well to knowe
And after that to lerne, well, Urine in a glasse to see,
And if it nede to be chafed, the Fyre to blowe,
Then wyttily, it, by divers wayes to throwe,
And after the cause to make a Medicine blive,
Truly telling the ynfirmities all on a rowe:
Who thus can doo by his Physicke is like to thrive.
We have an Heauen yncorruptible of the Quintessence,
Ornate with Elements, Signes, Planetts, and Starrs bright,
Which moisteth our Erthe by Suttile influence:
And owt thereof a Secrete Sulphure hid from sight,
It fetteth by vertue of his attractive might;
Like as the Bee fetcheth Hony out of the Flowre
Which thing can doo none other Erthly wight;
Therefore to God only be glory and honour.
And like as Yse to Water doth relente,
Whereof congealed it was by violence of greate Cold,
Whence Phebus it smiteth with his Heate influent:
Right so to Water mynerall, reduced is our Gold,
(As writeth playnly Albert, Raymond, and Arnold)
With heate and moisture by craft occasionate,
With congelation of the Spyrite, Lo! now have I told
Howe our materialls togeather must be proportionate.
Att the Dyers craft ye may lerne this Science,
Beholding with Water how they decoctions make
Uppon theyr Woad and Maddre easyly and with patience,
Till the Tinctures appeare which the Cloath doth take
Therein so fixed that they wyll never forsake
The Cloth for washing after they joyned be;
Right so our Tinctures with Water of our Lake
We draw by boyling with Ashes of Hermes tree.
Which Tinctures when they by craft are made parfite,
So dieth Mettalls with Colours evermore permanent,
After the qualitie of the Medycine Red or White;
That never away by eny Fire, will be brente:
To this Example, if you take good tent
Unto your purpose the rather shall ye wynne,
And see your Fire be easy and not fervent;
Where Nature did leave off, what tyme look ye begynn.
First Calcine, and after that Putrefye,
Dyssolve, Dystill, Sublyme, Descende, and Fyxe,
With Aquavite oft times, both wash and drie,
And make a marriage the Body and Spirit betwixt;
Which thus togeather naturally if ye can myxe,
In losinge the Body the Water shall congealed bee,
Then shall the Body dy utterly of the Flixe,
Bleeding and chaunging Colours as ye shall see.
The third daye againe to Life he shall uprise,
And devour Byrds, and Beasts of the Wildernes,
Crowes, Popingayes, Pyes, Pekocks, and Mavies;
The Phenix, the Egle whyte, the Griffon of fearfulnes,
The Greene Lyon and the Red Dragon he shall destres;
The white Dragon also, the Antlope, Unicorne Panther,
With other Byrds, and Beasts both more and lesse;
The Basiliske also which allmost eche one doth feare.
In Bus and Nubi he shall arise and ascend
Up to the Moone, and sith up to the Sonne,
Through the Ocean Sea, which round is without end:
Only Shypped within a little glasen Tonne,
When he commeth thither, then is the Maistrie Wonne:
About which Iourney greate good shall ye not spend,
And yet ye shall be glad that ever it was begonne;
Patiently if ye liste to your worke attend.
For then both Body and Spirit also both Oyle and Water,
Sowle and Tincture one thing both White and Red,
After Colours variable it conteyneth what so men clatter;
Which also called is when he hath once bene Dedd:
And is revived our Marchasite, our Magnete, and our Lead,
Our Sulphure, our Arsenicke, and our true Calcevive:
Our Sonne, our Moone, our Ferment of our Bread:
Our Toade, our Basiliske, our unknowne Body, our Man, our Wife.
Our Body thus naturally by crafte when it is renovate
Of the first ordre is Medicine called in our Philosophy,
Which oftentimes must againe be Spiritualizate:
The rounde Whele turning of our foresaid Astronomy:
And so to the Elixir of Spirites must ye come, for why
Till the same of the fixed by the same of the flier be over­gone
Elixir of Bodyes named it is only;
And this secrete poynt truly deceaveth many one.
This naturall processe by helpe of craft thus consummate
Dissolveth the Elixir spirituall in our unctuous Humiditie;
Then in Balneo of Mary togeather let them be Circulat,
Like new Hony or Oyle till they perfectly thicked be,
Then will that Medicine heale all manner Infirmitie,
And turne all Mettalls to Sonne & Moone most perfectly:
Thus shall ye have both greate Elixir, and Aurum Potabile,
By the grace and will of God, to whom be lawd eternally.
Here followeth the Figure conteyning all the secrets of the Treatise both great & small

Iohn Goddard sculpsit

Incipit Prologus.

CHyld of thys Dyssyplyne incline to me thyne Ere,
And harkyn to my doctryne with all thy dylygence;
Thes words of wysdome in mynde doe thou bare,
Which of old Fathers be trew in sentence;
Live clene in soule, to God doe none offence:
Exalt thee not but rather keepe thee Lowe,
Ells wyll thy God in thee no Wysdome sowe.
Fro fayned Doctryne and wycked thought,
The holy spryt doth hym wythdraw;
Nylling to dwell where Syn is wrought,
Dred God therefore and obay his Lawe,
A ryghteous Man forsooke I never sawe:
Nether hys seed begg bread for need,
In holy Scrypture thus doe I rede.
Make Wysdome therefore thy Sister to be,
And call on Prudence to be thy Frynd,
By pathes of truth they wyll gyde thee,
Wyth love and honesty wher so thou wend:
Both vertuose to be, curteous and hend:
Pray God therefore that thou may fynde
Wysdome and Prudence with mouth and mynde.
All manner good cum wyth them shall,
And honestie by ther hands innumerable,
Then into combraunce shall thou not fall;
Soe be they in ryches Incomparable:
To worshyp and profyt they wyll thee able,
To conyng and to all manner of grace,
Both here and after thy lyvys space.
For these benefyts which they don bryng,
In parte ynnumeryd by sapyence,
To them I can compare no thyng;
No rychys, no spyces of redolence:
Above all tresure such is ther exellence,
That whatsoever erthly that precyous ys,
To them comparyd ys but as cley ywys.
Infynyte treasure to Man they be,
Who usyth them shall fryndshyp have
With God in Heven, and there hym se,
After them vyvelyche therefor thou crave,
For Body and Soule both wyll they save;
And herein Goods doth multiplye,
And afore Prynces they dygnyfy.
Thynke how Adam lost hys wysdome,
Sampson hys myght that was soe strong,
Kyng Saule also lost hys Kyngdome;
And Davyd was punnyshed soare for hys wrong:
In the Oake by the here fayre Absolon hong,
Kyng Ezeky by sycknesse had punishment,
And many one moe for synne was shent.
But see how other that livyd well,
And to their God did none offence,
Such chastysment did never fele,
But God shewed ever to them benevolence;
Enok and Ely were caryed hence,
To Paradyse, and other good livers were
Of God rewarded in dyvers manner.
Sum had gret Fortune, sum gret Cunnynge,
Sum had gret Peace, sum gret Ryches,
Sum conquered Londs to ther wonyng;
Sum were exalted for ther gret mekenes,
Sum other were saved fro the cruelnes
Of Tyrants, Lyons, and hot Fornacys,
As Danyell and other in many places.
Thus to good Livers God send gret grace,
And unto Synners sore ponishment;
Sum to amend in thys lyfe had space,
Sum sodenly with fyre fro Heavyn were brent,
Synfull Sodomyts for ever were shent;
With Dathan and Abyron and other moe,
Which sank for Syn to endles wo.
Thus ever syth the World was wrought,
God hath rewardyd both evyll and good;
Thus yf it maye rest in thy thought,
Fro synfull livyng wyll chaung thy moode.
Yf synfull people thys understood,
They ought to be aferd God to offend,
And soone ther synfull lyfes to amend.
Therefore with God looke thou begyne,
That he by grace may dwell with thee,
So shall thou best to Wysdom wyn,
And knowledge of our grete prevyte;
Norysh Vertues, and Vices looke thou flee,
And trustyng thou wylt thee well dispose,
Our secrets to thee I wyll dysclose.
Keep thou them secret and for me pray,
Looke that you use them to Gods pleasure;
Do good wyth them what ever thou may,
For tyme thou shalt thys lyfe endure,
That after thy endyng thou may be sure
In Hevyn for to rewardyd be,
Whych God graunt both to thee and me.

The Preface.

O Hygh Yncomprehensyble and gloryous Mageste,
Whose Luminos Bemes obtundyth our speculation;
One-hode in Substance, O Tryne hode in Deite,
Of Hierarchycall Jubylestes the gratulant gloryfycation;
O pytewouse puryfyer of Soules and puer perpetuation;
O deviaunt fro danger, O drawer most deboner;
Fro thys envyos valey of vanyte, O our Exalter.
O Power, O Wysdom, O Goodnes inexplycable;
Support me, Tech me, and be my Governour,
That never my lyvyng be to thee dysplycable,
But that I aquyte me to thee as a trew professor:
Att thys begynnyng good Lord here my prayer;
Be nygh with Grace for to enforce my wyll,
Graunt well that I may my entent fulfyll.
Most curyose Coffer and copyose of all tresure
Thou art, fro whom all goodnes doth dessend,
(To Man) and also to every-ech Creature;
Thyne Handy-warke therefore vouchsafe to defend,
That we no tyme in lyvying here myspend,
With truth thou graunt us our lyvelode to wyn
That in no daunger of Synfulnes we renne.
And for soe much as we have for thy sake
Renowncyd the World, our Wylls, and the Fleshys Lust,
As thyne owne wylfull professyors us take;
Syth in thee only dependyth all our trust,
We can no ferther, to thee enclyne we must:
Thy secret Tresorars, vouchsafe to make us,
Show us thy Secrets, and to us be bounteous.
Among other which be professyd to thee
I me present, as one wyth humble Submyssyon,
Thy Servant besechyng that I may bee,
And trew in levyng acording to my professyon:
In order Chanon reguler of Brydlyngton;
Besechyng the Lord that thou wylt me spare,
To thy trew Servaunts thy secretts to declare.
In the begynnyng when thou madyst all of nought,
A globose Mater and darke under confusyon,
By thee Begynner mervelously was wrought,
Conteynyng naturally all thyngs withoute dyvysyon,
Of whych thou madyst in six Dayes dere dystynction;
As Genesys apertly doth recorde
Then Heavyn and Erth perfeytyd were wyth thy word.
So thorow thy Wyll and Power owte of one Mase
Confusyd was made all thyngs that being ys;
But yn thy glory afore as maker thou was,
Now ys and shall be wythout end I wys:
And puryfyed Sowls upp to thy blys
Shall come a pryncyple, thys may be one,
For the declaryng of our Stone.
For as of one Mase was made all thyng,
Ryght soe must hyt in our practyse be,
All our secrets of one Image must spryng:
In Phylosophers Bokes therefore who lust to se,
Our Stone ys callyd the lesse World one and three,
Magnesia also of Sulphure and Mercury,
Propotionat by Nature most perfytly.
But many one mervelyth whych mervel may,
And muse on such a mervelous thyng,
What ys our Stone syth Phylosophers doth say,
To such as ever be hyt sechyng:
Yet Fowles and Fyshys to us doth yt bryng,
Every-ech Man yt hath, and ys in every place,
In thee, in me, in every tyme and space.
To thys I answer, that Mercury it ys I wys
But not the comyn callyd Quicksylver by name,
But Mercury withoute whych nothyng beyng ys;
All true Phylosophers record and say the same:
But symple serchers puttyth them in blame,
Saying they hyd hyt, but they beblame worthy,
Which be no Clerks, and medlyth with Phylosophy.
But though hyt Mercury be yett wysely understond,
Wherein it ys, where thou shalt it seech,
Ells I thee Councell take not this warke in hond,
For Philosophers flattryth Foolys with fayre Speche:
But lyst to me, for trewly I wyll thee teche,
Whych ys thy Mercury most profyttable,
Beyng to thee nothing dysseveable.
[Page 124] It ys more nythe in sum things than in sum,
Therefore take tent what I unto the wryt,
For yf thou never to the knowledge cum,
Therof yet shalt thou me not twytt:
For I wyll trewly now thee excite,
To understand well Mercurys three,
The keys which of our Scyens be.
Raymond hys Menstrues doth them call,
Without which trewly no truth ys done,
But two of them are Superfycyall:
The third essentyall of Soon and Moone;
Theyr propertyes I wyll declare ryght soone,
And Mercury of other Mettalls essencyall,
Ys the pryncipall of our Stone materyall.
In Soon and Moone our Menstrue ys not sene
Hyt not appeareth but by effect to syght,
That ys the Stone of whych we mene;
Who so our wrytyng concevyth aryght,
Hyt ys a Soule, a substance bryght:
Of Soon and Moone, a subtyll influence,
By whych the Erth receyveth resplendence.
For what ys Gold and Sylver sayth Avycen,
But Erth whych ys pure Whyte and Red,
Take fro that the sayd clernes, and then
That Erth wyll stond but lyttyll in stede;
The hole compound ys called our Lede,
The qualyte of clernes fro Soon and Moone doth com
These be our Menstrues both all and sum.
Bodyes wyth the fyrst we Calcene naturally
Perfyt, but none whych be unclene,
Except one whych usually
Namyd by Phylosophers the Lyon Greene,
He ys the meane the Soon and Moone betweene:
Of joynyng Tynctures wyth perfytnes,
As Geber thereto beryth wytnes.
Wyth the Second whych ys an Humydyte
Vegetable revyvyng that earst was dede,
Both pryncyples materyalls must loosed be;
And formalls, els standyth they lytle in stead:
The Menstrues therefore know I the rede:
Wythout whych neyther trew Calcynatyon,
Don may be, nether yet naturall Dyssolutyon.
Wyth the thyrd humydyty most permanent
Incombustyble and unctuous in hys nature,
Hermes Tre to ashes must be brent:
Hyt is our Naturall Fyre most sure,
Our Mercury, or Sulphure, or Tyncture pure:
Our Soule, our Stone, borne up wyth wynd
In the E [...]the ingendered, bere thys in thy mynde.
Thys Stone alsoe tell thee I dare,
Is the vapor of Mettalls potentyall,
How thou shall gett hyt thou must beware:
For invysible ys truly thys Menstruall:
Howbehytt with the second Water phylosophycall,
By seperatyon of Elements yt may appeare,
To syght in forme of Water cleere.
Of our Menstrue by labour exuberate
And wyth hyt may be made Sulphure of nature
If itt be well and kyndly acuate;
And cyrculate into a Spryt pure:
Then to dyssolve thou must be sure
Thy Base wyth hyt in dyvers wyse,
As thou shalt know by thy practyse.
That poynt therefore in hys dew place
I wyll declare wyth other mo,
If God wyll graunt me space and grace:
And me preserve in lyfe from wo;
As I thee teche loke thou doe so,
And for thy fyrst ground pryncypall
Understond thy Water menstruall.
And when thou hast made true Calcination,
Encresyng and not Wastyng moysture radycall,
Tyll thy Base by ofter subtylyatyon
Wyll lyghtly flow as Wex uppon Mettall;
Then lowse hyt wyth thy vegetable Menstruall,
Tyll thou have Oyle thereof in Colour bryght,
Then ys your Menstrue visible to syght.
And Oyle is drawne owte in colour of Gold,
Or lyke thereto out of our fine Red Lead,
Whych Raymond sayd when he was old,
Much more then Gold wold stond hym in stede,
For whan he was for age nygh dede,
He made thereof Aurum Potabile,
Whych hym revyvyd as Men myght see.
For so together may they be Cyrculate,
That ys to say, Oyle and the vegetable Menstruall,
Ether so by labour exuberate,
And made by Crafte a Stone Celestyall:
Of Nature so fyrye that we yt call
Our Baselysk, otherwyse our Cokatryse,
Our great Elixir most of pryse.
Whych as the syght of a Basylysk hys object
Kylyth, so sleyth it crude Mercury,
When thereon itt ys project,
In twynke of an Eye most sodenly,
That Mercury teynyth permanently;
All bodyes to Son and Moone perfyt,
Thus gyde thy base both Red and Whyte.
Aurum potabile thus ys made,
Of Gold, not comyn calcynat;
But of our Tyncture whych wyll not vade,
Out of our Base drawen wyth the Menstrue circulate,
But naturall Calcynatyon must Algate
Be made, ere thy Gold dyssolved be,
That Pryncypall fyrst I wyll tell thee.
But into Chapters thys Treatis I shall devyde,
In number Twelve with dew Recapytulatyon;
Superfluous rehearsalls I ley asyde,
Intendyng only to geve trew Informatyon,
Both of the Theoryke and Practycall operatyon:
That by my wrytyng who so wyll guyded be,
Of hys intente perfytly speed shall he.
The Fyrst Chapter shalbe of naturall Calcination;
The Second of Dyssolution secret and Phylosophycall;
The Thyrd of our Elementall Separation;
The Fourth of Conjunction matrymonyall;
The Fyfthe of Putrefaction then followe shall;
Of Congelatyon, albyfycative shall be the Syxt,
Then of Cybatyon the Seaventh shall follow next.
The secret of our Sublymation the eyght shall shew;
The nynth shall be of Fermentation,
The Tenth of our Exaltation I trow;
The Eleventh of our mervelose Multyplycatyon;
The Twelfth of Projectyon; then Recapytulatyon;
And so thys Treatyse shall take an end,
By the help of God as I entend.

OF CALCINATION. The first Gate.

CAlcinacion is the purgacyon of our Stone,
Restauryng also of hys naturall heate;
Of radycall moysture it lesyth none;
Inducyng Solucion into our Stone most mete,
After Philosophy I you behyte,
Do not after the comyn gyse,
Wyth Sulphure and Salts preparat in dyvers wyse.
Nether with Corrosyves nor with Fire alone,
Nor with Vyneger nor Water ardent,
Nether with the vapour of Lede our Stone
Is Calcyned to our intente:
All they to Calcyne whych so be bent
Fro thys hard Scyence withdraw theyre hond,
Till they our Calcyning better understonde.
For by such Calcynyng theyre bodyes be shent,
Whych mynysheth the moysture of our Stone;
Therefore when bodyes to powder be brent,
Dry as askys of Tre or Bone,
Of such Calx then wyll we none,
For moysture we multiply radycall,
In Calcynyng, mynyshyng none at all.
And for a sure ground of our trew Calcynacyon,
Woorch wyttyly kynde only wyth kynde;
For kynd to kynde hath appetyble inclynacyon;
Who knoweth not thys yn knowledge is but blynd:
He may forth wander as Myst doth wyth the Wynd;
Woting never wyth perfytnes whereto lyght,
Because he cannot conseve our words aryght.
Joyne kynd to kynd therefore as reason ys,
For every Burgeon answereth to his owne Seed;
Man begetteth Man, a Beast a Beast lykewyse;
Ferther of thys to trete it is no need,
But understond thys poynt yf thou wylt spede;
Every thyng ys fyrst Calcyned in hys owne kynd,
Thys well consevyng, frute thereyn shalt thou fynde.
And we make Calxes unctious both Whyte and Red,
Of three degrees or our Base be perfyt;
Fluxyble as Wex, ells stond they lyttle in sted;
By ryght long processe as Phylosophers wryte,
A yere we take or more for our respyte:
For in lesse space our Calxe wyll not be made,
Able to tayne with colour whych wyll not vade.
As for the Proporcyon thou must beware,
For therein many one ys beguylyd,
Therefore thy warke that thow not marre;
Lat the Body be sotelly fylyd
With Mercury, as much then so subtylyd:
One of the Sonn, two of the Moone,
Tyll altogether lyke pap be done.
Then make the Mercury foure to the Sonne,
Two to the Mone as hyt should be,
And thus thy worke must be begon,
In fygure of the Trynyte;
Three of the Body and of the Spryt three:
And for the unytye of the substance spirituall,
One more than of the substance corporall.
By Raymonds Reportory thys ys trew,
Proporcyon there who lyst to looke,
The same my Doctour to me did shew;
But three of the Spryt Bacon tooke,
To one of the Body for thys I wooke:
Many a nyght or I hyt wyst,
And both be trew take whych you lyst.
If the Water be equall in Proporcyon
To the Erthe whych hete in dew mesure,
Of hym shall spryng a new burgyon;
Both Whyte and Red in pure tyncture,
Whych in the Fyre shall ever endure:
Kyll than the quyck, the ded revyve,
Make Trynyte Unyte wythout any stryve.
Thys ys the best and the surest Proporcyon,
For here ys lest of the part spyrytuall,
The better therefore shall be Solucyon;
Then yf thou dyd it wyth Water small,
Thyne Erth over glutyn whych losyth all:
Take heede therefore to potters loome,
And make you never to nesh thy wome.
That loome behold how yt tempered ys,
The meane also how thou hyt Calcenate;
And ever in mynd loke thou bare thys,
That never thyne Erth wyth Water be suffocate,
Dry up thy moysture wyth heate most temperate:
Helpe Dyssolucyon wyth moysture of the Mone,
And Congellacyou wyth the Son, then hast thou done.
Foure Natures shall into the fyfth so turne,
Whych ys a Nature most perfect and temperate;
But hard hyt ys with thy bare foote to spurne,
Agaynst a brodyke of Iyron or Stele new acuate:
Soe many one doth whych bene infatuate,
When they such hygh thyngs don take in hond,
Whych they in noe wyse understonde.
In Eggs, in Vitryoll, or in Blod,
What ryches wene they there to fynde;
Yf they Phylosophy understode,
They wold not in worchyng be so blynd,
Gold to seke or Sylver out of kynd:
For lyke as Fyre of brennyng the pryncyple ys,
So ys the pryncyple of gildyng, Gold I wys.
Yf thou intend therefore to make
Gold and Sylver by craft of our Philosophy;
Therto nother Eggs nor Blood thou take,
But Gold and Sylver whych naturally,
Calcyned wysely, and not manually,
And new generacyon wyll forth bryng,
Incresyng theyr kynde as doth ech thyng.
And yf yt true were that perfyt myght be,
In thyngs which be not mettallyne:
In which be Colours plesaunt to see,
As in Blood, Eggs, Here, Uryn, and Wyne,
Or in meane Mettalls dyggyd out of the Myne:
Yet must theyr Elements be putrefyed and separate,
And wyth Elements of perfyt Bodys be dysponsate.
But fyrst of these Elements make thou Rotacyon,
And into Water thy Erth turne fyrst of all;
Then of thy Water make Ayre by Levygacyon;
And Ayre make Fyre; then MASTER I wyll thee call
Of all our secretts greate and small:
The Wheele of Elements thou canst turne about,
Trewly consevyng our Wrytyngs wythowt dowte.
Thys done, go backward, turnyng thy Wheele againe,
And into thy Water then turne thy Fyre anon;
And Ayre into Erth, ells laboryst thow but in vayne:
For soe to temperment ys brought our Stone,
And Natures contraryose, fower be made one,
After they have three times ben Cyrculat,
And alsoe thy Bace perfytly consummate.
Thus under the moysture of the Moone,
And under the temperate hete of the Sonne,
Thy Elements shalbe incynerate sone,
And then thow hast the Maistery wone;
Thanke God thy worke was then begon:
For there thow hast one token trew,
Whych fyrst in blacknes to thee wyll shew.
The hede of the Crow that tokyn call we,
And sum men call hyt the Crows byll;
Sum call hyt the Ashes of Hermes Tre,
And thus they name hyt after theyer wyll,
Our Tode of the Erth whych etyth hys fyll:
Sum name hyt by whych it ys mortyfycat
The spyryt of the Erth wyth venome intoxycate.
But hyt hath Names I say to the infynyte,
For after each thyng that Blacke ys to syght;
Namyd hyt ys tyll the tyme that hyt wex Whyte,
For after blacknesse when yt wexeth bryght,
Then hath hyt names of more delyght:
After Whyte thyngs, the Red after the same,
Rule of Red thyngs, doth take hys name.
At the fyrst Gate, now art thou in,
Of the Phylosophers Castle where they dwell;
Proceede wysely that thou may wyne
In at mo Gates of that Castell,
Whych Castle ys round as any Bell:
And Gates hath Eleven yet mo,
One ys conquered, now to the Second go.
The end of the first Gate.

OF SOLUTION. The second Gate.

OF Solucion now wyll I speke a word or two,
Whych sheweth owt that err was hyd from syght,
And makyth intenuate thyngs that were thyk also;
By the vertue of our fyrst Menstrue clere and bryght,
In whych our Bodyes eclypsyd ben to syght:
And of ther hard and dry Compactyon subtylyat
Into ther owne fyrst nature kyndly retrogradate.
One in Gender they be and in Nomber not so,
Whose Father the Son, the Moone truly ys Mother,
The mean ys Mercury, these two and no mo
Be our Magnesia, our Adrop, and none other;
Thyngs there be, but only Syster and Brother:
That ys to wene Agent and Pacyent,
Sulphure and Mercury coessentyall to our entent.
Betwyxt these two in qualyte cotraryose,
Ingendred ys a Mene most mervyllosely
Whych ys our Mercury and Menstrue unctuose;
Our secrett Sulphur worchyng invysybly,
More fersely than Fyre brennyng the body,
Into Water dyssolvyng the Body mynerall,
Which Nyght fro darknes in the North parte we call.
But yet I trow thou understandyst not utterly
The very secrett of Phylosopers Dyssolucion;
Therefore conceve me I councell thee wyttyly:
For I wyll tell thee trewly wythout delusyon;
Our Solucyon ys cause of our Congelacyon;
For the Dyssolucyon on the one syde corporall
Causyth Congelacyon on the other syde Spyrytuall.
And we Dyssolve into Water whych weytyth no hond,
For when the Erth ys integrally yncynerat;
Then ys the Water congelyd, thys understond;
For the Elements be so concatenat,
That when the body fro hys fyrst forme ys alterate:
A new forme ys inducyd immediately,
For nothyng being wythout all forme ys utterly.
And here a secret to thee I wyll dysclose,
Whych ys the ground of our secrets all;
And yf thou hyt not know thou shalt but lose
Thy labour and costs both great and small,
Take hede therefore in Errour that thou not fall:
The more thyne Erth and the lesse thy Water be,
The rather and better Solucyon shall thou see.
Behold how Yse to Water doth relent,
And so hyt must, for Water hyt was before;
Ryght soe agayne to Water our Erth is bent,
And Water thereby congelyd for evermore,
For after all Phylosophers whych ever was bore:
Every Mettall was ons Water mynerall,
Therefore wyth Water they turne to Water all.
In whych Water of kynde occasyonate
Of qualytes bene repugnaunce and dyversyte,
Thyngs into thyngs must therfore be rotate,
Untyll dyversyte be brought to parfyt unyte,
For Scrypture recordyth when the Erth shall be
Trowbelyd, and into the depe Sea shall be cast
Mountaynes, our Bodyes lykewyse at the last.
Our Bodyes be lekenyd convenyently
To Mountaynes whych after hygh Planets we name;
Into the depenes therfore of Mercury.
Turne them and kepe the out of blame,
Then shall ye se a Nobyll game;
How all shall become powder soft as sylke,
So doth our Runnett by kynde curd our Mylke.
Then hath our Bodys ther fyrst forme loste,
And other be enducyd ymedyately;
Then hast thow well beset thy cost,
Wheras some other uncunning must goe by,
Not knowyng the secretts of our Phylosophy:
Yet one poynt I more must tell thee,
Every Body how hyt hath dymencyons three.
Altytude, Latytude, and Profundyte,
By whych algates turne we must our Whele;
Knowyng thy entraunce in the West shall be;
Thy passage forth into the North yf thou do well,
And there thy Lyghts lose theyre Lyght eche-dele:
For there thou must abyde by Ninety Nyght
In darknes of Purgatory wythowten Lyght.
Then take thy course up to the Este anon
By Colours passyng varyable in manyfold wyse,
And then be Wynter and Vere nygh over-gon
To the Est, therfore thyne assendyng devyse,
For there the Son wyth Day-lyght doth upryse
In Somer, and there dysporte the wyth delyght,
For there thy Warke shall becom parfyt Whyte.
Forth fro the Est ynto the South assend,
And sett thou up therein thy Chayre of Fyre,
For there ys Harvest, that ys to say an end
Of all thys Warke after thyne owne desyre:
Ther shynyth the Son up in hys owne sphyre,
And after the Eclyps ys in rednes wyth glory
As Kyng to rayne uppon all Mettalls and Mercury.
And in one Glasse must be done all thys thyng,
Lyke to an Egg in shape, and closyd well,
Then must you know the mesure of fyryng;
The whych unknowen thy Warke ys lost ech dele,
Lett never thy Glasse be hotter then thow may feele:
And suffer styll in thy bare hand to holde
For dread of losyng as Philosophers have the tolde.
Yett to my Doctryne furthermore intend,
Beware thy Glasse thou never opyn ne meve
Fro thy begynnyng, tyll thou have made an end;
If thou do contrary thy Warke may never cheve:
Thus in thys Chapter whych ys so breve,
I have the taught thy trew Solucion;
Now to the Thyrd Gate goe, for thys ys won.

OF SEPARATION. The third Gate.

SEparacyon, doth ech parte from other devyde,
The subtill fro the groce, fro the thyck the thyn;
But Separacyon manuall look thou put asyde:
For that pertaynyth to folys whych lyttyll good don wyn,
But in our Separacyon nature doth not blyn:
Makyng dyvysyon of qualytes Elementall
Into the fyfth degree tyll they be turned all.
Erth ys turnyd into Water black and bloe,
And Water after into Ayre under very whyte:
Ayre ys turned into Fyre, Elements there be no mo;
Of thys ys made by crafte our Stone of grete delyte,
But of thys Separacyon much more must we wryte;
And Separacyon ys callyd by Phylosophers dyffynycyon
Of the sayd Elements tetraptatyve dyspersyon.
And of thys Separacyon I fynde a lyke fygure
Thus spoken by the Prophet yn the Psalmody,
God brought out of a Stone a flud of Water pure,
And out of the hardyst Stone Oyle abundantly:
Ryght so of our precyose Stone yf thou be wytty,
Oyle incombusteble and Water thou shalt draw,
And thereabout thou nedyst not at the Coles to blow.
Do thys wyth hete esy and mesuryng
Fyrst wyth moyst Fyre, and after wyth the dry;
The flewme by Pacyence owt drawyng;
And after that thy other natures wyttyly,
Dry up thyne Erth tyll hyt be thrysty:
By Calcenyng els thou laboryst all in vayne,
And then make hyt drynke up his moysture agayne.
Separacyon thus must thou ofte tymes make,
Thy Matter dyvydyng into parts two;
So that the Symple fro the groce thou take
Tyll Erth remayne benethe in color bloe,
That Erth ys fyx for to abyde all wo:
The other parte ys Spyrytuall and fleyng,
But thou must turne hem all into one thyng.
Than Oyle and Water wyth Water shall dystyll
And thorow her help receve menyng:
Kepe well thys two that thou not spyll,
Thy Wark for lack of dew closyng,
Make thy Stopell of glas meltyng
The top of thy Vessle together wyth yt,
Than Phylosopher-lyke usyd ys hyt.
The Water wherwyth thou must renew thy Stone
Looke thou dystyll afore thou warke wyth hyt
Oftentymes by it selfe alone:
And by thy syght thou shalt well wyt,
Fro feculent feces when hyt ys quytt:
For sum men can wyth Saturne it multeply,
And other Substance which we defye.
Dystyll hyt therfore tyll hyt be clene,
And thyn lyke Water as hyt shold be,
As Hevyn in Color bryght and shyne,
Kepyng both fygure and ponderosyte,
Therwith dyd Hermes moysture hys Tre:
Wythyn hys Glas he made to grow upryght,
Wyth Flowers dyscoloryd bewtyosely to syght.
Thys Water ys lyke to the venemous Tyre,
Wherewyth the myghty Tryacle ys wrought;
For yt ys Poyson most stronge of yre;
A stronger Poyson can none be thought:
Att the Potecarys therfore oftyn yt ys bought:
But no man shall be by hyt intoxycate,
After the tyme yt ys into Medycyne Elevate.
For then as ys the Tryacall trew,
Hyt ys of poysons most expulsyfe;
And in hys working doth mervells shewe,
Preservyng many from deth to lyfe,
Loke thou meng yt wyth no corrosyve:
But chese hyt pure and quick rennyng,
Yf thou thereby wylt have wynnyng.
It ys a mervelose thyng in kynde,
And Wythout hyt may nought be done;
Therefore Hermes calleth hyt hys Wynde,
For it ys up flying fro Sonn and Mone,
And makyth our Stone flye wyth hyt Sone:
Revyvyng the ded and gevyng lyfe
To Son and Mone, Husband and Wyfe.
Whych yf they were not by craft made quick,
And ther fatnes wyth Water drawn out;
And so the thyn dyssevered from the thyke,
Thou should never bryng thys worke about:
Yf thou wylt speed therefore wythout doubt,
Reyse up thy Byrds out of theyre nest,
And after agayne bryng them downe to rest.
Water wyth Water accord wyll and assend,
And Spryt wyth Spryt, for they be of kynde;
Whych after they be exalted make to dyssend,
And soe thou shalt devyde that nature before dyd bynde,
Mercury essencyall turnyng into wynde:
Wythout whych naturall and subtyll Seperacyon,
May never be compleat profytable Generacyon.
Now to help thee in at thys Gate,
The last Secret I wyll tell to thee;
Thy Water must be seven tymes Sublymate,
Ells shall no kyndly Dyssolucyon be,
Nor Putryfyyng shall thou none see,
Like lyquyd pytch nor colours apperyng,
For lack of fyre wythin thy Glasse workyng.
Fower Fyers there be whych you must understond,
Naturall, Innaturall, against Nature, alsoe
Elementall whych doth bren the brond;
These foure Fyres use we and no mo:
Fyre against Nature must doe thy bodyes wo;
That ys our Dragon as I thee tell,
Fersely brennyng as Fyre of Hell.
Fyre of Nature ys the thyrd Menstruall,
That fyre ys naturally in every thyng;
But fyre occasionat we call Innaturall,
And hete of Askys and balnys for putrefying:
Wythout these fyres thou may not bryng
To Putrefaccyon for to be seperat,
Thy matters togeather proportyonat.
Therefore make fyre thy Glasse wythin,
Whych brennyth the Bodyes more then fyre
Elementall; yf thou wylt wyn
Our Secret accordyng to thy desire,
Then shall thy seeds both roote and spyre,
By help of fyre Occasionate,
That kyndly after they may be seperat.
Of Seperacyon the Gate must thus be wone,
That furthermore yet thou may procede,
Toward the Gate of secret Conjunccion,
Into the Castle whych wyll the Inner leade,
Do after my Councell therefore yf thou wylt spede;
Wyth two strong locks thys Gate ys shyt,
As consequently now thou shalt wyt.
The end of the third Gate.

OF CONJUNCTION. The fourth Gate.

AFter the Chapter of naturall Separacion
By which the Elements of our Stone dysseveryd be
The Chapter here followyth of secret Conjunccion;
Whych natures repugnant joyneth to perfyt Unyte,
And so them knyttyth that none from other may fle;
Whan they by Fyre shall be examynate,
Soe be they together surely conjugate.
And therfore Phylosophers geveth thys deffynycyon,
Seyng thus Conjunccion ys nought ells
But of dysseveryd qualytes a Copulacyon;
Or of Pryncypylls a coequacyon as other tells,
But some wyth Mercury whych the Potecarys sells,
Medleth Bodyes whych cannot dyvyde
Ther matter, and therefore they step asyde.
For unto tyme the Sowle be Separate
And clensyd from hys orygynall Syn
Wyth the Water and purely spyrytuallyzate:
Thy trew Conjunccion may thou never begyn,
Therfore the Soule fyrst fro the Body twyn:
Then of the corporall parte and of the spyrytuall,
The Soule Conjunccion shall cause perpetuall.
Of two Conjunccions Phylosophers don mentyon make,
Groce when the Body with Mercury ys reincendat,
But let hyt passe, and to the second tent thou take,
Which as I sayd ys after Separacion celebrat:
In whych the partys be lest whych lest so collygate;
And so promotyd unto most perfyt temperance,
Then never after may be among them Repugnance.
Thus causyth Separacion trew Conjunccion to be had
Of Water, Ayre, Earth and Fyre,
But that every Element may into other be lad,
And so abyde for ever to thy desyre;
Do as done Laborous with Clay and Myer,
Temper them thyke, and make them not to thyn,
For so to up drying thou shalt the rather wyn.
But manners there be of thys Conjunccion three,
The fyrst ys callyd by Phylosophers Dyptative,
Betwyxt the Agent and the Patyent which must be
Male and Female, Mercury and Sulphure vive;
Matter and forme, thyn and thyke to thryve.
Thys lesson wyll helpe thee wythout any dowte,
Our Conjunccion trewly to bryng about.
The second manner ys called Tryptative,
Whych ys Conjunccion made of thyngs three,
Of Body, Sowle, and Spyrit tyll they not stryve,
Whych Trynite must be brought to perfyt unyte,
For as the Sowle to the Spyrit the bond must be;
Ryght to the Body the Sowle to hym must knyt,
Out of thy mynde let not thys lesson flyt.
The thyrd manner and also the last of all,
Fowre Elements together whych joynyth to abyde,
Tetraptative contently Phylosophers doth hyt call,
And specyally Guydo de Montayno whose fame goyth wyde;
And therfore the most laudable manner thys tyde,
In our Conjunccion four Elements must be aggregat,
In dew proportion fyrst whych asonder were separat.
Therefore lyke as the Woman hath Vaynes fyfteene,
The Man but five to the act of her fecundyte,
Requyryth in our Conjunccion fyrst I mene,
So must the Man our Sun have of hys water three;
And (nine) hys Wyfe, whych three to hym must be:
Then lyke whych lyke wyll joy have for to dwell,
More of Conjunccion me nedyth not to tell.
Thys Chapter I will conclude right sone therefore,
Groce Conjunccion chargyng the to make but one,
For seldome have Strumpetts Chyldren of them I bore,
And so thou shalt never cum by our Stone,
Wythout you suffer the Woman to lygg alone;
That after she hath conceyved of the Man,
The Matryce of her be shyt from all other than.
For such as addyth evermore crude to crude,
Openyng theyr vessells, and lettyng ther matter kele:
The sperme concevyd they norysh not, but delude
Themselfes, and spyllyth ther work every dele;
If thou therefore lyst for to do well,
Close up the Matryce and norysh the seed,
Wyth heat contynuall and temperate if thou wilt spede.
And whan thy Vessle hath stond by Monyths five,
And Clowds and Clypsys be passed ech one;
That lyght apperen increase thy hete then blyve,
Tyll bryght and shyneing in Whytnesse be thy Stone,
Then may thou opyn thy Glasse anone,
And fede thy Chyld whych ys then ybore
Wyth mylke and mete ay more and more.
For now both moyst and dry be so contemperate,
That of the Water erth hath recevyd impressyon;
Whych never assunder after that may be seperate,
And ryght soe Water to Erth hath given ingressyon,
That both together to dwell hath made professyon:
And Water of Erth hath purchasyd retentive,
They fower be made one never more to strive.
And in two thyngs all our entent doth hing,
In dry and moyst whych be contraryous two;
In dry that hyt the moyst to fyxing bryng,
In moyst that hyt geve lyquyfaccion the Erth unto,
That of them thus contemperate may forth go
A temperament not so thyk as the Body ys,
Nother so thyn as Water wythout mys.
Losyng and knyttyng therefore be Princypalls two
Of thys hard Scyence, and Poles most pryncypall;
How be hyt that other pryncyples be many mo,
As shyneyng fanells whych shew I shall:
Proceed therefore unto another wall
Of thys strong Castle of our wysdome,
That Inner at the Fyft Gate thou may come.

OF PUTREFACTION. The fift Gate.

NOw begynnyth the Chapter of Putrefaccion,
Wythout whych Pole no sede may multyply,
Whych must be done only by contynuall accyon
Of hete in the body, moyst, not manually,
For Bodies ells may not be alterat naturally:
Syth Chryst do it wytnes, wythowt the grayne of Whete
Dye in the ground, encrese may thou not gete.
And in lykewyse wythout thy Matter do Putrefye,
It may in no wyse trewly be alterate,
Nor thyne Elements may be devyded kyndly;
Nor thy Conjunccion of them perfytly celebrat:
That thy labor therfore be not frustrate,
The prevyte of Putrefying well understond,
Or ever thou take thys Warke in hond.
And Putrefaccyon may thus defyned be,
After Phylosophers sayings it ys of Bodyes the fleyng,
And in our Compound a dyvysyon of thyngs thre,
The kyllyng Bodyes into corrupcyon forth ledyng,
And after unto Regeneratyon them ablyng:
For thyngs beyng in Erth wythowt dowte
Be engendryd of rotacyon of the Hevyns aboute.
And therfore as I have seyd afore
Theyn Elements comyxt and wysely coequat,
Thou keepe intemperat heate, eschuyng evermore,
That they by violent hete be never incynerat;
To powder dry unprofytably Rubyfycate,
But into powder blacke as a Crowes byll
Wyth hete of Balne, or ells of our Dounghyll.
To tyme that Nyghts be past nynty,
In moyst hete kepe them fro eny thyng;
Sone after by blacknes thow shalt espy
That they draw fast to putrefying,
Whych thow shalt after many colers bryng
To perfyt Whytenes wyth Pacyence esyly,
And so thy sede in hys nature shall multeply.
Make ech on other to hawse and kysse,
And lyke as Chyldren to play them up and downe,
And when ther sherts be fylyd wyth pysse,
Then lat the Woman to wash be bound,
Whych oftyn for fayntnes wyll fall in a sound:
And dye at the last wyth her Chyldren all,
And go to Purgatory to purg ther fylth orygynall.
When they be there, by lyttyll and lyttyll encrese
Ther paynys by hete ay more and more,
The Fyre from them lat never cese:
And se thy Fornace be apt therfore,
Whych wyse men do call Athenor:
Conservyng hete requyryd most temperately,
By whych the Water doth kyndly putrefy.
Of thys Pryncypull spekyth Sapyent Guydo,
And seyth by rottyng dyeth the Compound corporall,
And then after Moryen and other mo,
Uprysyth agayne Regenerat, Sympill, and Spyrytuall,
And were not hete and moysture contynuall,
Sperme in the wombe myght have now abydyng,
And so ther shold therof no frute upspryng.
Therfore at the begynnyng our Stonys thou take,
And bery ech on wyth other wythin ther Grave;
Then equally a Marryage betwyxt them make
To ly together six wekys; then lat them have
Ther sede consevyd kyndly to norysh and save;
From the ground of ther grave not rysyng that while,
Whych secret poynt doth many on begyle.
Thys tyme of Conceptyon wyth esye hete abyde,
The Blacknes showing shall tell the when they dye;
For they together lyke lyquyd Pyche that tyde,
Shall swell and burbyll, setyll, and Putrefye,
Shyning Golors therin thou shalt espye:
Lyke to the Raynbow mervelose unto syght,
The Water then begynnyth to dry upryght.
For in moyst Bodys hete noryshyng temperate,
Ingendryth Blacknes fyrst of all which ys
Of kyndly Commyxyon to the tokyn assygnate;
And of trew Putrefying, remember thys,
For then to alter perfytly thou may not mysse;
And thus by the Gate of Blacknes thou must cum in
To lyght of Paradyce in Whytenes yf thou wylt wyn.
For fyrst the Son in hys uprysyng obscurate
Shalbe, and passe the Waters of Noyes flud
On Erth, whych were a hundred dayes contynuate
And fyfty, away or all thys Waters yode,
Ryght so our Waters as wyse men understode
Shall passe, that thou wyth Davyd may say
Abierunt in sicco fluminae: bare thys away.
Sone after that Noe plantyd hys Vyneyard,
Whych really floryshed and brought forth Graps anon:
After whych space thou shalt not be aserd;
For in lykewyse shall follow the floryshyng of our Stone:
And sone uppon that thyrty dayes overgone,
Thou shalt have Graps ryght as the Ruby red,
Whych ys our Adrop, our Ulyfer red and our Lede.
For lyke as Sowles after paynys transytory
Be brought into paradyce where ever ys yoyfull lyfe;
So shall our Stone after hys darknes in Purgatory
Be purged and joynyd in Elements wythoute stryfe,
Rejoyse the whytenes and bewty of hys wyfe:
And passe fro the darknes of Purgatory to lyght
Of paradyce, in Whytnes Elyxer of gret myght.
And that thou may the rather to Putrefaccyon wyn
Thys Exampull thou take to the for a trew conclusyon,
For all the secrett of Putrefaccyon restyth therein;
The heart of Oke that hath of Water contynuall infusyon
Wyll not sone putrefy, I tell the wythout delusyon:
For though yt in Water ly a hundred yeres and more,
Yet shold thou fynd it sound as ever it was afore.
But and thou kepe hyt somtyme wete, & sometyme dry,
As thow many se in Tymber by usuall experyment,
By prosses of tyme that Oke shall utterly Putrefy:
And soe in lykewyse accordyng to our entent,
Sometyme our Tre must wyth the Son be brent:
And then wyth Water sone after we must hyt kele,
That by thys menes thou shalt to rottyng bryng hyt wele
For nowe in wete and nowe agayne in dry,
Now in grete hot and now agayne in cold
To be, shall cause yt sone for to putrefy:
And so shalt thow bryng to rottyng thy Gold,
Entrete thy Bodys therfore as I have thee told:
And in thy Putrefying wyth hete be not so swyft,
Lest in the Askys thou seke after thy thryft.
Therfore thy Water out of the Erth thow draw,
And make the soule therwyth for to assend;
Then downe agayne into the Erth hyt throw,
That they oft tymes so assend and dessend,
From vyolent hete and sodayne cold defend
Thy Glasse, and make thy fyre so temperat,
That by the sydys thy Water be never vytryfycate.
And be thou wyse in chesing of thy Water,
Medyll with no Salt, Sulphure, nor mene Minerall,
For whatsoever any Water to the do clatter;
Our Sulphure and Mercury be only in Mettall,
Which Oylys and Waters som men call:
Fowlys, and Byrds wyth other namys many one,
Because that folys shold never know our Stone.
For of thys World our Stone ys callyd the sement,
Whych mevyd by craft as Nature doth requyre;
In hys encrese shall be full opulent,
And multeply hys kynd of thyne owne desyre:
Therfore yf God vouchsafe thee to enspyre
To know the trewth, and fancies to eschew,
Lyke unto the shalbe in ryches but few.
But many be mevyd to worke after ther fantasy
In many subjects in whych be Tynctors gay,
Both Whyte and Red, devydyd manually
To syght, but in the Fyre they fle away,
Such brekyth Potts and Glassys day by day:
Enpoysonyng themfelfs, and losyng of theyr syghts
Wyth Odors and smoks and wakeyng up by nyghts.
Their Clothes be bawdy and woryn threde-bare,
Men may them smell for Multyplyers where they go;
To fyle theyr fyngers wyth Corrosyves they do not spare
Theyr Eyes be bleryd, & theyr Chekys both lene & bloe:
And thus for (had I wyst) they suffer losse an d wo;
Such when they have lost that was in theyr purse,
Then do they chyd and Phylosophers sore accurse.
For all the whyle that they have Phylosophers ben,
Yet cowde they never know our Stone.
Som sought in Soote, Dung, Uryne, som in Wyne:
Som in Sterr slyme, for thyng yt ys but one;
In Blood, Eggs; Som tyll theyr thryst was gone:
Devydyng Elements, and brekyng many a pott,
Multyplying the sherds, but yet they hyt yt not.
To se theyr Howsys it ys a noble sport,
What Fornaces, what Glassys there be of divers shape;
What Salts, what Powders, what Oyles, and waters fort,
How eloquently, de materia prima they clape,
And yet to fynde the trewth they have no hap:
Of our Mercury they medle and of our Sulphur vyve,
Wherein they dote, and more and more unthryve.
They take of the Red Man and hys whyte Wyfe,
That ys a speciall thyng and of Elixers two,
Of the Quintessence and of the Elixers of lyfe,
Of Hony, Celydony, and of Secundyns also,
These they devyde into Elements wyth other mo;
No Multeplyers but Phylosophers callyd wyll they be,
Whych naturall Phylosophye dyd never rede nor see.
Thys felyshyp knowyth our Stone ryght wele,
They thynke them rycher then ys the Kyng;
They wyll hym helpe, he shall not fayle
Fraunce for to wyn, a wonders thyng;
The holy Crosse home wyll they bryng:
And yf the King were prysoner I take,
Anon hys Raunsome would they make.
A mervell yt ys that Westminster Church,
To whych these Phylosophers do haunte;
Syth they so much ryches can woorche,
As they make boste of and avaunte,
Drynkyng dayly the wyne a due taunte,
Ys not made up perfytly at ons,
For truly hyt lackyth yet many Stonys.
Folys doe folow them at the tayle,
Promotyd to ryches wenyng to be;
But wyll ye here what worshyp and avayle,
They wyn in London that nobyll cyte,
Wyth Sylver Macys as ye may se:
Sarjaunts awayting on them every owre,
So be they men of great honour.
Sarjaunts sekyth them fro Strete to Strete,
Marchaunts and Goldsmyths leyeth after them watch;
That well ys he that wyth them do mete,
For the great advantage that they doe cache,
They hunt about as doth a Rache:
Wenyng to wyn so grete tresure,
That ever in ryches they shall endure.
Som wold cache theyr goods agayne,
And some more good would aventure;
Som for to have wold be full fayne,
Of Ten pound one I you ensuer:
Som whych hath lent wythout mesure
Theyr goods, and be with powerte bestad,
To cache a Nobyll wold be full glad.
But when the Sarjaunts do them arest,
Ther Paukeners be stuffed wyth Parrys balls;
Or wyth Sygnetts of Seynt Martynes at the lest,
But as for Mony yt ys pyssyd on the walls:
Then be they led as well for them befalls
To Newgate or Ludgate as I you tell,
Because they shall in safegard dwell.
Where ys my Mony becom seyth one,
And where ys myne seyth he and he?
But wyll ye here how suttell they be anon,
In answeryng, that they excused may be,
Saying, Of our Elyxers robbyd we be:
Ells myght we have payd you all your Gold,
Yf yt had been more by ten folde.
And then theyer Creditors they begyn to flatter,
Promysyng to worke for them agayne;
The Elyxers two in short space after,
Dotyng the Merchaunts that they be fayne
To let them go, but ever in vayne:
They worke so long, tyll at the last
They be agayne in Pryson cast.
Yf any then aske them why they be not ryche,
They sey they make fyne Gold of Tynn;
But he they sey may surely swym in dyche,
Whych ys upholden by the chyn,
We have no stock, therefore may we nought wyn:
Whych yf we had we wold some worche,
I now to fynysh up Westmynster Churche.
And some of them be so Devowte,
They wyll not dwell out of that place;
For there they may wythowten dowte,
Do what them lyft to their Solace,
The Archedeacon ys so full of grace:
Yf that they please hym wyth the Crosse,
He forsyth lyttyll of other menys losse.
And when they there syt at the wyne,
These Monkys they sey have many a pound,
Wolde God (seyth one) that som were myne;
Hay hoe, careaway, lat the cup go rounde:
Drynk on, seyth another, the mene ys founde:
I am a Master of that Arte,
I warrant us we shall have parte.
Such causyth the Monkys then evyll to don,
To wast ther Wagys thorow theyr dotage;
Som bryngeth a Mazer and som a Spone;
There Phylosophers gevyth them such corage,
Behotyng them wynnyng wythout damage:
A pound for a peny at the lest agayne,
And so fayre promys makyth folys fayne.
A ryall Medycyne one upon twelve
They promys them thereof to have,
Whych they could never for themselfe
Yet bryng abowte, so God me save:
Beware such Phylosophers, no man deprave:
Whych helpyth these Monkys to ryches so,
Wyth thread bare Cowlys that they do go.
The Abbot well ought to cherysh thys Company,
For they can tech hys Monkys to leve in poverte,
And to go clothyd and monyed relygyously,
As dyd Seynt Benet, eschuyng superfluyte,
Esyng them also of the ponderosyte
Of theyr pursys, wyth pounds so aggravate,
Whych by Phylosophy be now allevyat.
Lo who so medlyth wyth thys rych Company,
Gret bost of ther wynnyng may they make,
For they shall have as much by ther Phylosophy,
As they of the tayle of an Ape can take;
Beware therfore for Jesus sake:
And medyll wyth nothyng of gret cost,
For and thou do, yt ys but lost.
These Phylosophers (of whych I spake afore)
Medlyth and blondryth wyth many a thyng,
Renuyng in errors more and more,
For lac of trew understandyng,
But lyke must lyke alway ferth bryng:
So God hath ordeyned in every kynde,
Wold Jesus they wold thys bere in mynde.
Wene they of a Nettyll to have a Rose
Or of an Elder an Apple swete,
Alas that wyse men ther goods shold lose:
Trustyng such Losells when they them mete,
Whych seyth our Stone ys trodyn under fete:
And makyth them therfore vyle thyngs for to styll
Tyll at theyr howsys wyth stench they fyll.
Som of them never lernyd a word in Scolys,
Such thynk by reason to understond Phylosophy:
Be they Phylosophers? nay, they be folys:
Therfore ther Warkes provyth unwytty;
Medyll not wyth them yf thou be happy:
Lest wyth theyr flatteryng they so the tyll
That thou agre unto ther wyll.
Spend not thy Mony away in waste,
Geve not to every speche credence;
But fyrst examyn, grope and taste;
And as thou provyst, so put thy confydence,
And ever beware of grete expence:
But yf thy Phylosopher lyve vertuosely,
Trust the better to hys Phylosophy.
Prove hym fyrst and hym oppose
Of all the Secretts of our Stone,
Whych yf he know not thou nedyth not to lose;
Medyll thou not ferther, but let hym gone,
Make he never so pytyose a mone:
For than the Fox can fagg and fayne
When he wold faynyst hys prey attayne.
Yf he can answer as ought a Clarke,
How be hyt he hath not provyd indede;
And yf thou wylt helpe hym to hys Warke,
Yf he be vertuose I hold hyt mede,
For he wyll the quyte yf ever he spede:
And thou shalt weete by a lytyll anon
Yf he have knowledge of our Stone.
One thyng, one Glasse, one Furnace and no mo,
Behold thys pryncypyll yf he take,
And yf he do not, then lat hym go;
For he shall never thee rych man make:
Trewly yt ys better thou hym forsake,
Then after wyth losse and varyaunce,
And other manner of dysplesaunce.
But and God fortune the for to have
Thys Scyence by doctrine whych I have told;
Dyscover yt not whoever thee crave,
For Favor, Fere, Sylver, nor Gold:
Be none Oppressor, Lecher, nor boster bold;
Serve thy God, and helpe the powre among,
Yf thou thys lyfe lyst to continew long.
Unto thy selfe thy secretts kepe
From synners whych hath not God in dred;
But wyll the cast in Pryson depe,
Tyll thou them tech to do hyt in dede,
Then slander on the sholde spryng and sprede,
That thou dyd coyne then wold they sey,
And so undo the for ever and aye.
And yf thou teche them thys conyng,
Their synfull levyng for to mayntayne;
In Hell therfore myght be thy wonnyng,
For God of the then would disdayne,
As thow nought cowd for thy selfe sayne:
That Body and Soule you may bothe save,
And here in pece thy levyng have.
Now in thys Chapter I have the tought,
How thou the bodys must Putrefy:
And so to guide the thou be not cawght,
And put in duraunce, losse, and vylanye:
My doctryne therefore remember wyttyly,
And passe forth toward the Syxth Gate,
For thys the Fyfthe ys tryumphate,

OF CONGELATION. The sixt Gate.

OF Congelacyon I nede not much to wryte,
But what yt ys now I wyll fyrst declare:
It ys of soft thyngs Induracyon of Colour Whyte,
And confyxacyon of Spyrits whych fleyng are:
How to congele thee nedyth not much to care▪
For Elements wyll knyt together sone,
So that Putrefaccyon be kyndly done.
But Congelacyons be made in dyvers wyse,
And Spyryts and Bodys dyssolvyd to water clere,
Of Salts also dyssolvyd ons or twyse,
And then to congele in a fluxyble Mater;
Of such Congelyng folys do clatter:
And some dyssolvyth devydyng manually
Elements, them after congelyng to powder dry.
But such Congelyng ys not to our desyre:
For unto owers yt ys contraryose.
Our Congelacion dredyth not the fire:
For yt must ever stond in yt unctuos,
And also in hys Tincture be full bounteous,
Whych in the Ayre congelyd wyll not relent
To Water, for then our Worke were shent.
Moreover Congele not into so hard a Stone
As Glasse or Crystall whych meltyth by fusyon;
But so that hyt lyke wax wyll melt anon
Wythouten blast: and beware of Delusyon;
For such Congelyng longyth not to our Conclusyon
As wyll not flow and ren to water agen,
Lyke Salts congelyd, then laboryst thou in vayne.
Whych Congelacyon avaylyth us never a dell,
Hyt longyth to Multyplyers whych Congele vulgarly;
Yf thow therefore lyst to do well,
(Syth thy Medcyne shall never flow kyndly,
Nether Congele, wythout thow fyrst yt Putrefye)
Fyrst Purge and Fyx the Elements of our Stone,
Tyll they together Congele and flow anone.
For when the Matter ys made parfyt Whyte,
Then wyll thy Spryte wyth the Body Congelyd be;
But of that tyme thou must have long respyte,
Yer yt appere Congelyd lyke Pearles unto the,
Such Congelacyon be glad for to see;
And after lyke graynys red as blod,
Rychyr then any worldly good.
The erthly Grosnes therefore fyrst mortyfyed
In Moystnes, Blacknes ingend [...]yd ys;
Thys pryncypell may not be denyed,
For naturall Phylosophers so seyth I wys,
Whych had, of Whytenes thou may not mys:
And into Whytenes yf thou Congele hyt ons,
Thou hast a Stone most presyose of all Stonys.
And by the Dry lyke as the Moyst dyd putrefy,
Whych causyd in colors Blacknes to appere;
Ryght so the Moyst Congelyd by the Dry,
Ingendryth Whytenes shyneyng with myght sull clere,
And Drynes procedyth as Whytyth the matter:
Lyke as in Blackyng Moysture doth hym show,
By colors varyante aye new and new.
The cause of all thys ys Hett most temperate,
Workyng and mevyng the Mater contynually;
And thereby also the Mater ys alterate,
Both inward and outward substancyally,
And not to as doth folys to syght sophystycally:
But every parte all fyre for to endure,
Fluxybly fyxe and stabull in tyncture.
And Physycke determyneth of eche Dygestyon,
Fyrst don in the Stomack in whych ys Drynes,
Causyng Whytnes wythout questyon,
Lyke as the second Dygestyon causyth Rednes,
Complet in the Lyver by Hete and temperatnes;
And so our Stone by Drynes and by Hete,
Dygestyd ys to Whyte and Red complete.
But here thou must another secret knowe,
How the Phylosophers Chyld in the Ayre ys borne:
Besy thee not to fast at the Cole to blowe,
And take that nether for mock nor skorne,
But trust me truly else thy work ys all forlorne:
Wythout thyne Erth wyth Water revyvyd be,
Our trew Congelyng shalt thou never see.
A sowle betwyxt Hevyn and Erth beyng,
Arysyng fro the Erth as Ayre wyth Water pure,
And causyng lyfe in every lyvely thyng,
Incessably runnyng uppon our foresayd Nature,
Enforsyng to better them wyth all hys cure;
Whych Ayre ys the Fyre of our Phylosophy,
Namyd now Oyle, now Water mystyly.
And thus mene Ayre, whych Oyle, or Water we call,
Our Fyre, our Oyntment, our Spryte, and our Stone,
In whych one thyng we grownd our wysdomes all,
Goyth nether out nor yn alone,
Nether the Fyer but the Water anone;
Fyrst yt outeledyth, and after bryngyth yt yn,
As Water with Water whych wyll not lyghtly twyn.
And so may Water only our Water meve,
Whych mevyng causyth both Deth and Lyfe,
And Water doth kyndly to Water cleve
Wythout repugnance, or any stryfe,
Whych Water to Folys ys nothyng ryfe;
Beyng of the kynd wythowten dowte
Of the Spryte, callyd Water and leder owte.
And Water ys the secret and lyfe of every thyng
That ys of substance in thys world y found;
For of the Water eche thyng hath begynnyng,
As showyth in Woman when she shallbe unbound
By water whych passyth afore, if all be sound,
Callyd Albyen, fyrst from them rennyng,
Wyth grevose throwys afore ther chyldyng.
And truly that ys the cause pryncypall,
Why Phylosophers chargyd us to be pacyent
Tyll tyme the Water were dryed to powder all,
Wyth nurryshyng hete contynuall but not vyolent,
For qualytes be contrarious of every element,
Tyll after Black in Whyte be made a unyon,
And then forever congelyd wythout dyvysyon.
And furthermore the preparacion of thys conversyon
Fro thyng to thyng, fro one state to another,
Ys done only by kyndly and descrete operacion
Of Nature, as ys of Sperme wythin the Mother:
For Sperme and Hete as Syster be and Brother,
Whych be converted wythin themself as Nature can
By accion, and passyon, and at the last to parfyt Man.
For as the bodely part by Nature whych ys consumate
Into Man, ys such as the begynner was,
Whych though yt thus fro thyng to thyng was alterat,
Not owt of kynd to menge with other kynds dyd yt pas;
And so our Mater spermatycall wythin one Glas,
Wythin hyt selfe must turne fro thyng to thyng,
By hete most temperate only hyt noryshyng.
Another example naturall I may thee tell,
How the substance of an Egg by nature ys wrought
Into a Chyk, not pasyng out of the shell,
A playner example cowd I not have thought,
And there conversions be made tyll forth be brought
Fro state to state the lyke by lyke yn kynd,
Wyth nurryshyng hete: only bere thys yn mynd.
Another example here may you also rede,
Of Vegetable thyngs takyng consyderacyon;
How every Plant growyth of hys owne sede,
Thorow Here and Moysture by naturall operacyon,
And therefore Mineralls be nurryshyd by mynystracyon;
Of Moysture radycall, whych theyr begynnyng was,
Not passiyng theyer kynd wythin one Glas.
There we them turne fro thyng to thyng agayne,
Into ther Moder the Water when they go;
Whych pryncyple unknowen thou labourest in vayne:
Then ys all Sperme, and thyngs ther be no mo,
But kynd wyth kynd in number two;
Male and Female, Agent and Pacyent,
Wythin the matryce of the Erth most oryent.
And these be turnyd by Hete fro thyng to thyng
Wythin one Glas, and so fro state to state,
Tyll tyme that Nature do them bryng
Into one substance of the Water regenerate,
And so the Sperme wythin hys kynde ys alterate,
Abyll in lykenes hys kynde for to Multeplye,
As doth in kynde all other thyngs naturally.
In the tyme of thys seyde processe naturall,
Whyle that the Sperme consevyd ys growyng,
The substance ys nurryshed wyth hys owne Menstruall,
Whych Water only out of the Erth dyd bryng,
Whose colour ys Greene in the fyrst showing,
And for that tyme the Son hydyth hys lyght,
Taking hys course thorow owte the North by nyght.
The seyd Menstrue ys, (I say to the in councell)
The blod of our Grene Lyon, and not of Vytrioll,
Dame Venus can the trewth of thys the tell,
At thy begynnyng to councell and yf thou her call:
Thys secret ys hyd by Phylosophers grete and small;
Whych blode drawen owte of the seyd Lyon,
For lac of Hete had not perfyt Dygestyon.
But thys blode our secret Menstruall,
Wherewyth our Sperme ys nurryshed temperatly,
When it ys turnyd into the fecys Corporall,
And becom Whyte perfytly and very Dry,
Congelyd and Fyxyd into hys owne body;
Then brustyn blod to syght yt may well seme,
Of thys warke namyd the mylke whyte Dyademe.
Understonde now that our fyery Water thus acuate,
Is called our Menstruall water, wherein
Our Erth ys losyd and naturally Calcenat
By Congelacyon that they may never twyne:
Yet to Congele more water thou may not blyn
Into thre parts of the acuate water seyd afore,
Wyth the 4th part of the Erth congelyd & no more.
Unto that substance therefore so congelat,
The fowerth part put of water Crystallyn
And make them then together to be Dysponsat
By Congelacyon into a myner metallyne,
Whych lyke a sworde new slypyd then wyll shyne,
After the Blacknes whych fyrst wyll showe,
The fowerth parte geve yt them of water new.
Mo Inbybycyons many must we have yett;
Geve yt the second, and after the thyrd also,
The seyd proportyon kepe well in thy wyt;
Then to another the fowerth tyme loke thou go,
The fyfth tyme and the syxth, passe not there fro:
But put two parts at eche tyme of them three,
And at the seventh tyme fyve parts let there bee.
When thou hast made thus seven tymes Inbybycion,
Ageyne then must thow turne thy Whele,
And Putrefy all that Matter wythowte addycyon:
Fyrst Blacknesse abydyng yf thow wylt do well,
Then into Whytenes congele yt up eche dele,
And by Rednes into the Sowth assend,
Then hast thou brought thy Base unto an end.
Thus ys thy Water then devydyd in partyes two,
Wyth the fyrst party the Bodys be Putryfycat,
And to thyne Inbybycions the second part must go,
Wyth whych the Matter ys afterwards Denygrat,
And sone uppon by esy Decoccyon Albyfycate:
Then yt ys namyd by Phylosophers our Sterry Stone,
Bryng that to Rednes, then ys the syxth Gate woon.

OF CIBATION. The seventh Gate.

NOw of Cibacion I turne my pen to wryte,
Syth yt must here the seventh place occupye;
But in few words yt wylbe expedyte,
Take tent therto, and understond me wyttyly;
Cibacion ys callyd a fedyng of our Matter dry
Wyth Mylke, and Mete, whych moderatly they do,
Tyll yt be brought the thyrd order unto.
But geve yt not so much that thou hyt glut,
Beware of the Dropsy, and also of Noyes Flood;
By lyttyll and lyttyll therfore thou to hyt put
Of Mete and Drynke as semyth to do hyt good,
That watry humors not overgrow the blood:
The Drynke therfore let hyt be mesuryd so,
That kyndly appetyte thou never quench therfro.
For yf yt drynke to much, then must yt have
A Vomyte, ells wyll yt be syk to long;
Fro the Dropsy therfore thy Wombe thou save,
And fro the Flux, ells wyll hyt be wrong,
Whych rather lat yt thyrst for drynke amonge:
Then thou shold geve yt overmuch at ons
Whych must in youth be dyattyd for the nons.
And yf thou dyatt hyt (as Nature doth requyre)
Moderatly tyll hyt be growen to age,
Fro Cold hyt kepyng and nurryshyng wyth moyst Fyre;
Than shall yt grow and wax full of corrage,
And do to thee both plesure and advauntage:
For he shall make darke Bodys hole and bryght,
Clensyng theyer Leprosenes thorow hys myght.
Thre tymes thus must thou turne about thy Whele
Abowte kepyng the rewle of the seyd Cibacyon,
And then as sone as yt the Fyre doth fele,
Lyke Wax yt wylbe redy unto Lyquacyon;
Thys Chapter nedyth not longer protestacion:
For I have told thee the dyatory most convenyent
After thyne Elements be made equypolent.
And also how thou to Whytnes shalt bryng thy Gold,
Most lyke in fygure to the lenys of an hawthorn tre,
Callyd Magnesya afore as I have told;
And our Whyte Sulfur wythowte conbustebyllyte,
Whych fro the fyer away wyll never fle:
And thus the seventh Gate as thow desyred▪
In the upspryng of the Son ys conqueryd.

OF SUBLIMATION. The eight Gate.

HEre of our Sublimacion a word or two,
I have to speke, whych the eyghth Gate ys
Folys do Sublyme, but Sublyme thou not so,
For we Sublyme not lyke as they do I wys;
To Sublyme trewly therfore thou shall not mys:
If thou can make thy Bodys first spirituall,
And then thy Spyryts as I have tought the corporall.
Som do Mercury from Vitriall and Salt sublyme,
And other spryts fro Scales of Yern or Steele,
Fro Eggshells calcynyd and quyk lyme,
And on theyer manner hyt they Sublyme ryght well,
But such Sublymyng accordyth never adele
To our entent, for we Sublyme not so,
To trewe Sublymyng therfore now wyll I go.
In Sublymacyon fyrst beware of one thyng,
That thou Sublyme not to the top of thy Vessell,
For without vyolence thou shalt yt not downe bryng
Ageyne, but there yt wyll abyde and dwell;
So hyt rejoysyth wyth refrygeracion I the tell:
Kepe hyt therfore wyth temperat hete adowne
Full forty dayes, tyll hyt wex black abowen.
For then the Sowle begynnyth for to com owte,
Fro hys owne vaynys; for all that subtyll ys,
Wyll wyth the Spryts assend withouten dowte:
Bere in thy mynde therfore and thynke on thys,
How here eclypsyd byn thy Bodys:
As they do Putrify Sublymyng more and more,
Into the Water tyll they be all up bore.
And thus ther venom when they have spowtyd out
Into the water, than Black yt doth appeare,
And become spirituall every dele withoute dowte,
Sublymyng esyly on our manner
Into the water which doth hym bere:
For in the Ayre one Chyld thus must be bore
Of the Water ageyne as I have seyd before.
But when these to Sublymacyon continuall
Be laboryd so, wyth hete both moyst and temperate,
That all ys Whyte and purely made spirituall;
Than Hevyn uppon Erth must be reitterate,
Unto the Sowle wyth the Body be reincorporate:
That Erth becom all that afore was Hevyn,
Whych wyll be done in Sublymacyons sevyn.
And Sublymacyon we make for causys thre,
The fyrst cause ys to make the Body Spirituall;
The second that the Spryt may Corporall be,
And becom fyx wyth hyt and substancyall:
The Thyrd cause ys that fro hys fylth orygynall
He may be clensyd, and hys fatnys sulphuryose
Be mynyshyd in hym whych ys infectuose.
Then when they thus togeder depuryd be,
They wyll Sublyme up whyter then Snow;
That syght wyll gretly comfort the;
For than anon parfytly shalt thou know
Thy Sprytts shall so be a downe I throw:
That thys Gate to the shalbe unlockyd,
Out of thys Gate many one be shyt and mockyd.

OF FERMENTATION. The ninth Gate.

TRew Fermentacyon few Workers do understond,
That secrett therfore I wyll expounde to the,
I travelyd trewly thorow many a Lond:
Or ever I myght fynde any that cold tell hyt me;
Yet as God wolde, (evermore blessed he be,)
At the last I cum to knowledge therof parfyt,
Take heede therfore, therof what I do wryte.
Fermentyng in dyvers maners ys don,
By whych our Medcyns must be perpetuate,
Into a clere Water, som lesyth Son and Mone;
And wyth ther Medcyns makyth them to be Congelate;
Whych in the Fyer what tyme they be examynate,
May not abyde nor alter wyth Complement,
For such Ferments ys not to our intent.
But yet more kyndly som other men don
Fermentyng theyer Medcynes in thys wyse,
In Mercury dyssolvyng both Son and Mone,
Up wyth the Spryts tyll tyme wyll aryse,
Sublymyng them together twyse or thryse:
Then Fermentacyon therof they make,
That ys a way, but yet we hyt forsake.
Som other ther be whych hath more hap
To touch the trothe in parte of Fermentyng;
They Amalgam ther Bodys wyth Mercury lyke papp;
Then theruppon ther Medcyns relentyng,
These of our Secretts have som hentyng:
But not the trewth wyth parfyt Complement,
Because they nether Putrefy nor alter ther Ferment.
That poynt therfore I wyll dysclose to thee,
Looke how thou dydyst wyth thy unparfyt Body,
And do so wyth thy parfyt Bodys in every degre;
That ys to sey fyrst thou them Putrefye
Her prymary qualytes destroying utterly:
For thys ys wholey to our entent,
That fyrst thou alter before thou Ferment.
To thy Compound make Ferment the fowerth parte,
Whych Ferments be only of Son and Mone;
If thou therfore be Master of thys Arte,
Thy Fermentacion lat thys be done,
Fyx Water and Erth together sone:
And when the Medcyn as wax doth flowe,
Than uppon Malgams loke thou hyt throw.
And when all that together ys myxyd
Above thy Glasse well closyd make thy fyre,
And so contenew hyt tyll all be fyxid,
And well Fermented to desyre;
Than make Projeccyon after thy pleasure:
For that ys Medcyn than ech dele parfyt,
Thus must you Ferment both Red and Whyte.
For lyke as flower of Whete made into Past,
Requyreth Ferment whych Leven we call
Of Bred that yt may have the kyndly tast,
And becom Fode to Man and Woman most cordyall;
Ryght so thy Medcyn Ferment thou shall,
That yt may tast wyth the Ferment pure,
And all assays evermore endure.
And understond that ther be Ferments three,
Two be of Bodys in nature clene,
Whych must be altryd as I have told thee;
The thyrd most secret of whych I mene,
Ys the fyrst Erth to hys owne Water grene:
And therfore when the Lyon doth thurst,
Make hym drynke tyll hys Belly burst.
Of thys a Questyon yf I shold meve,
And aske of Workers what ys thys thyng,
Anon therby I sholde them preve;
Yf they had knowledge of our Fermentyng,
For many man spekyth wyth wondreng:
Of Robyn Hode, and of his Bow,
Whych never shot therin I trow.
But Fermentacion trew as I the tell
Ys of the Sowle wyth the Bodys incorporacyon,
Restoryng to hyt the kyndly smell;
Wyth tast and color by naturall conspysacyon
Of thyngs dysseveryd, a dew redyntegracyon:
Wherby the Body of the Spryte takyth impression,
That eyther other may helpe to have ingression.
For lyke as the Bodys in ther compaccyon corporall
May not show out ther qualytes effectually
Untyll the tyme that they becom spyrituall:
No more may Spryts abyde wyth the Bodys stedfastly,
But they wyth them be fyrst confyxat proportionably:
For then the Body techyth the Spryt to suffer Fyer,
And the Spryt the Body to endure to thy desyre.
Therfore thy Gold wyth Gold thou must Ferment,
Wyth hys owne Water thyne Erth clensyd I mene
Not ells to say but Element wyth Element;
The Spryts of Lyfe only goyng betweene,
For lyke as an Adamand as thow hast sene:
Yern to hym draw, so doth our Erth by kynde
Draw downe to hym hys Sowle borne up wyth Wynd.
Wyth mynd therfore thy Sowle lede out and in,
Meng Gold wyth Gold, that is to say
Make Elements wyth Elements together ryn;
To tyme all Fyre they suffer may,
For Erth ys Ferment wythouten nay
To Water, and Water the Erth unto;
Our Fermentacion in thys wyse must be do.
Erth ys Gold, so ys the Sowle also,
Not Comyn but Owers thus Elementate,
And yet the Son therto must go,
That by our Whele yt may be alterate,
For so to Ferment yt must be preparat:
That hyt profoundly may joynyd be
Wyth other natures as I seyd to thee.
And whatsoever I have here seyd of Gold,
The same of Sylver I wyll thou understond,
That thou them Putrefye and alter as I have told;
Ere thou thy Medcyn to Ferment take in hond,
Forsowth I cowde never fynde hym wythin Englond:
whych on thys wyse to Ferment cowde me teche
Wythout errour, by practyse or by speche.
Now of thys Chapter me nedyth to trete no more,
Syth I intend prolixite to eschew;
Remember well my words therfore,
Whych thou shalt preve by practys trew,
And Son and Mone loke thou renew:
That they may hold of the fyfth nature,
Then shall theyr Tynctures ever endure.
And yet a way there ys most excellent,
Belongyng unto another workyng,
A Water we make most redolent:
All Bodys to Oyle wherwyth we bryng,
Wyth whych our Medcyn we make floyng:
A Quyntessens thys Water we call
In man, whych helyth Dysesys all.
But wyth thy Bace after my Doctryne preperat,
Whych ys our Calx, thys must be don;
For when our Bodys be so Calcenat,
That Water wyll to Oyle dyssolve them sone;
Make therfore Oyle of Son and Mone
Which ys Ferment most fragrant for to smell,
And so the 9th Gate ys Conquered of thys Castell.

OF EXALTATION. The tenth Gate.

PRocede we now to the Chapter of Exaltacion,
Of whych truly thou must have knowledge pure,
Full lyttyll yt ys dyfferent from Sublymacyon,
Yf thou conceve hym ryght I thee ensure:
Herto accordyth the holy Scrypture:
Chryste seyng thus, Yf I exalted be,
Then shall I draw all thyngs unto me.
Ower Medycyn yf we Exalt ryght so,
Hyt shall therby be Nobylyzate,
That must be done in manners two;
Fro tyme the parts be dysponsate,
Whych must be Crusyfyed and examynat:
And then contumulate both Man and Wyfe,
And after revyvyd by the Spyryts of Lyfe.
Than up to Hevyn they must Exaltyd be,
Ther to be in Body and Sowle gloryfycate;
For thou must bryng them to such subtylyte,
That they assend together to be intronyzate,
In Clowds of clerenesse, to Angells consociate:
Then shall they draw as thou shalt se
All other Bodys to ther owne dygnyte.
Yf thou therfore thy Bodys wyll Exaltat,
Fyrst wyth the Spryts of Lyfe thou them augment,
Tyll tyme thy Erth be well subtylyate,
By naturall rectyfyyng of eche Element;
Hym up exaltyng into the Fyrmament:
Than much more presyose shall they be than Gold,
Because they of the Quyntessence do hold.
For when the Cold hath overcum the Hete,
Then into Water the Ayre shall turnyd be;
And so two contrarys together shall mete,
Tyll ether wyth other ryght well agre,
So into Ayre thy Water as I tell the;
When Hete of Cold hath gott domynacyon,
Shalbe convertyd by craft of Cyrculacyon.
And of the Fyer then Ayer have thou shall,
By losyng Putrefyyng and Sublymyng;
And Fyer thou hast of the Erth materyall:
Thyne Elements by craft thus dysseveryng,
Most specyally the Erth well Calcenyng:
And when they be eche on made pure,
Then do they hold all of the fyfth nature.
On thys wyse therfore make them to be Cyrcular,
Ech unto other exaltyng by and by,
And in one Glas do all thys surely sygylate,
Not wyth thy honds, but as I teche the naturally,
Fyer into Water then turne fyrst hardely;
For Fyer ys in Ayer wych ys in Water exystent,
And thys Conversyon accordyth to our entent.
Than ferthermore turne on thy Whele,
That into Erth thy Ayre convertyd be,
Whych wylbe don also ryght well:
For Ayre ys in Water beyng in the Erth trust me,
Then Water into Fyre contraryose in ther qualyte:
Sone turne thou may, for Water in Erth ys,
Whych ys in Fyer conversyon, true ys thys.
Thy Whele ys now nygh turnyd abowte,
Into Ayre turne Erth, whych ys the proper nest
Of other Elements ther ys no dowte,
For Erth in Fyre ys, whych in Ayre takyth rest,
Thys Cyrculacyon thou begyn must in the West:
Then forth into the Sowth tyll they exaltyd be,
Procede dewly as in the Fygure I have towght the.
In whych proces thou may clerly se,
From an extreame how to another thou may not go.
But by a mene, syth they in qualyte contraryose be;
And reson wyll forsoth that hyt be so,
As hete into cold wyth other contraryose mo:
Wythout theyr menys as moyst to hete and cold,
Examples suffycyent afore thys have I told.
Thus have I tawght the how for to make,
Of all thy Elements a parfyt Cyrculacyon,
And at thy Fygure example for to take,
How thou shalt make thys foresayd Exaltacyon,
And of thy Medcyn in the Elements trew graduacyon:
Tyll hyt be brought to a quynaryte temperat,
And then thou hast conqueryd the Tenth Gate.

OF MULTIPLICATION. The eleventh Gate.

MUltyplycacyon now to declare I procede,
Whych ys by Phylosophers in thys wyse dyfynyd,
Augmentacyon yt ys of that Elixer indede,
In goodnes, in quantyte, both for Whyt and Rede,
Multyplycacyon ys therfore as they have seyd:
That thyng that doth Augment the Medcyns in ech degre,
In Color, in Odor, in Vertue, and also in Quantyte.
And why thou may thy Medcyn multeply,
Infynytly the cause forsoth ys thys.
For yt ys Fyer whych tyned wyll never dye:
Dwellyng wyth the as Fyer doth in housys,
Of whych one sparke may make more Fyers I wys;
As musk in Pygments, and other spycys mo,
In vertue multyplyeth and our Medcyn ryght so.
So he ys ryche the whych Fyer hath les or more,
Because he may so gretly Multeply;
And ryght so ryche ys he whych any parte hath in store
Of our Elixers whych be augmentable infynytly:
One way yf thou dyssolve our Powders dry,
And oft tymes of them make Congelacyon,
Of hyt in goodnes thou makyst then Augmentacyon.
The second way both in goodnes and in quantyte,
Hyt Multyplyeth by Iterat Fermentacion,
As in that Chapter I showyd playnly unto the,
By dyvers manners of naturall Operacyon,
And also in the Chapter of our Cybacyon:
Where thou may know how thou shalt Multeply
Thy Medycyn wyth Mercury Infynytly.
But and thou bothe wyll Loose and also Ferment,
Both more in quantyte and better wyll hyt be;
And in such wyse thou may that so augment,
That in thy Glas yt wyll grow lyke a Tre,
The Tre of Hermes namyd, seemly to se:
Of whych one Pepyn a thowsand wyll Multyply,
Yf thou can make thy Projeccyon wyttyly.
And lyke as Saffron when yt ys pulveryzate,
By lyttyll and lyttyll yf hyt in Lycour be
Temperyd, and then wyth mykyll more Lycour dylate;
Tyngyth much more of Lycour in quantyte,
Than beyng hole in hys owne grose nature: so shall thou se
That our Elixers the more they be made thyn,
The farther in Tyncture sothfastly wyll renne.
Kepe in thy Fyer therfore both evyn and morow,
Fro house to house that thou nede not to renne
Amonge thy Neyghbors, thy Fyer to sech or borow,
The more thou kepyst the more good shall thou wyn,
Multyplyyng ey more and morethy Glas wy thin:
By fedyng wyth Mercury to thy lyvys end,
So shall thou have more than thou nedyst to spend.
Thys mater ys playne, I wyll no more
Wryte now therof, lat Reson the guyde;
Be never the bolder to Syn therfore,
But serve thy God the better at ech tyde;
And whylls that thou shall in thys lyfe abyde,
Bere thys in mynde, forget not I the pray,
As thou shalt apere before thy God at domys day.
Hys owne gret Gyfts thefore and hys Tresure,
Dyspose thou vertuosely, helpyng the poore at nede,
That in thys World to the thou may procure
Mercy and Grace with Hevenly blys to mede,
And pray devoutly to God that he the lede
In at thys eleventh Gate as he can best,
Sone after then thou shalt end thy conquest.

OF PROJECTION. The twelfth Gate.

IN Projeccyon hyt shalbe provyd yf our practise be profy­table
Of wch yt behovyth me the secrets here to meve;
Therfore yf thy Tyncture be sure and not vaiyable,
By a lyttyll of thy Medcyn thus shall thou preve
Wyth Mettall or wyth Mercury as Pyche yt wyll cleve:
And Tynct in Projeccyon all Fyers to abyde,
And sone yt wyll enter and spred hym full wyde.
But many for Ignorans doth mar that they made,
When on Mettalls unclensyd Projeccyon they make,
For be cause of corrupcyon theyr Tynctures must vade;
Whych they wold not awey fyrst fro the Bodys take,
Whych after Projeccyon be bryttyl, bloe, and blacke:
That thy Tyncture therfore may evermore last,
Uppon Ferment thy Medcyn loke fyrst that thou cast.
Then brottyl wyll thy Ferment as any glas be,
Uppon Bodys clensyd and made very pure,
Cast thy brottyll substance and sone shall thou se,
That they shalbe curyosely coleryd wyth Tyncture,
Whych at all assays for ever shall endure:
But at the Psalmys of the Sawter example thou take
Profytable Projeccyon parfytly to make.
On Fundamenta cast fyrst thys Psalme Nunc Dimittis,
Uppon Verba mea then cast Fundamenta blyve;
Than Verba mea uppon Diligam, conseve me wyth thy wytts;
And Diligam on Attende yf thou lyst to thryve:
Thus make thou Projeccyons thre fowre or fyve,
Tyll the Tyncture of thy Medcyn begyn to decrese,
And then yt ys tyme of Projeccyon to cese.
By thys mysty talkyng I mene nothyng ells,
But that thou must cast fyrst the lesse on the more,
Incresyng ever the Number as wyse men the tells,
And kepe thou thys Secrett to thy selfe in store,
Be covetuose of connyng yt ys no burden sore:
For who that joyneth not the Elixers wyth Bodys made clene,
He wot not what sykerly Projeccyon doth mene.
Ten yf thou Multyply fyrst into ten,
One hundreth, that number wyll make sykerly;
Yf one hundreth into an hundreth be Multyplyed then,
Ten thousand ys that number counte hyt wyttyly,
Then into as much more ten thousand multyply:
That ys a thousand thousand, whych multyplyeth I wys,
Into as much more as a hundred myllyons ys.
That hundred myllyons beyng multyplyed lykewys,
Into ten thousand myllyons, that ys for to sey,
Makyth so grete a number I wote not what yt ys,
Thy number in Projeccyon thus Multyply alwey:
Now Chyld of thy curtesy for me thou pray;
Syth that I have told the our secretts all and some,
To whych I beseche God by Grace thou may com.
Now thow hast conqueryd the twelve Gates,
And all the Castell thou holdyst at wyll,
Kepe thy Secretts in store unto thy selve;
And the comaundements of God looke thou fulfull:
In fyer conteinue thy glas styll,
And Multeply thy Medcyns ay more and more,
For wyse men done sey store ys no sore.
The end of the Twelve Gates.

THE RECAPITULATION.

FOr to bryng thys Tretys to a fynall end,
And brevely here for to conclude these Secretts all,
Dylygently loke thou, and to thy Fygure attend:
Whych doth in hyt conteyne these secrets grete & small,
And yf thou conceve both Theorycall and Practycall:
By Fygures, and by Colors, and by Scrypture playne,
Whych wyttely consevyd thou mayst not work in vayn.
Consyder fyrst the Latytude of thy Precyous Stone,
Begynnyng in the fyrst syde notyd in the West,
Where the Red Man and the Whyte Woman be made one,
Spowsyd wyth the Spryts of lyfe to lyve in love and rest,
Erth and Water equaly proportyond that ys best;
And one of the Erth ys good and of the Spryts thre,
Whych twelve to fowre also of the Erth may be.
Thre of the Wyfe and one of the Man then must thou take,
And the lesse of the Spryts there be in thys dysponsation,
The rather thy Calcynatyon for certeyne shall thou make,
Then forth into the North procede by obscuratyon;
Of the Red Man and hys Whyte Wyfe callyd Eclypsation:
Losyng them and alteryng betyxt Wynter and Vere,
Into Water turnyng Erth darke and nothyng clere.
Fro thens by colors many one into the Est assends,
There shall the Mone be full apperyng by day lyght;
Then ys she passyd her Purgatory and course at an end;
There ys the upry syng of the Son apperyng whyt and bryght,
There ys Somer after Vere, and day after nyght:
Than Erth and Water whych were so black be turnyd into Ayre;
Than clouds of darknes be overblowyn & all aperyth faire.
And lyke as the West begynnyng was of the Practyse,
And the North the parfyt mene of profound Alteratyon,
So the Est after them the begynnyng of Speculacyon ys;
But of thys course up in the Sowth the Son makyth Consuma­tion
Ther be thy Elements into Fyre turnyd by Cyrculacyon:
Then to wyn to thy desyre thou needst not be in dowte,
For the Whele of our Phylosophy thou hast turnyd abowte.
But yet ageyne turne abowte two tymys thy Whele,
In whych be comprehendyd all the Secretts of our Phylosophy,
In Chapters 12 made playne to the if thou conseve them well;
And all the Secretts by and by of our lower Astonomye,
How thou Calcin thy Bodys, parfit, dissolve, devide & putrefie:
Wyth parfyt knowledge of all the polys whych in our Hevyn ben
Shynyng with colors inexplycable never were gayer sene.
And thys one Secrett conclusyonal know thou wythouten fayle,
Our Red Man teyneth not tyll he teynyd be;
Therfore yf thou lyst thy selfe by thy craft to avayle,
The Altytude of thy Bodys hyde & show out theyr profundyte,
In every of thy Materyalls dystroyyng the fyrst qualyte:
And secundary qualytes more gloryose repare in them anon
And in one Glas wyth one governaunce 4 Naturs turne into one.
Pale, and Black, wyth falce Citryne, unparfyt Whyte & Red,
Pekoks fethers in color gay, the Raynbow whych shall overgoe
The Spottyd Panther wyth the Lyon greene, the Crowys byll bloe as lede;
These shall appere before the parfyt Whyte, & many other moe
Colors, and after the parfyt Whyt, Grey, and falce Citrine also:
And after all thys shall appere the blod Red invaryable,
Then hast thou a Medcyn of the thyrd order of hys owne kynde Multyplycable.
Thow must devyde thy Elixer whyte into partyes two,
After thou rubify and into Glassys let hym be don,
If thou wylt have the Elixers both for Son and Mone do so;
Wyth Mercury then hem Multeply unto gret quantyte sone:
Yf thow at the begynnyng had not as much as wold into aspone:
Yet moght thou them so Multeply both the Whyte & Red,
That yf thou levyd a thousand yere they shold the stond in stede.
Have thou recourse to thy Whele I councell the unto,
And stody tyll thou understond eche Chapter by and by,
Medyll with no falce Fantesys, Mul [...]plyers, let them go,
Which wyll the flatter & falcely sey they are connyng in Phyloso­phye,
Do as I byd the and then dyssolve these foreseyd Baces wyttely;
And turne hym into parfyt Oylys with our trew water ardent,
By Cyrculacion that must be don accordyng to our entent.
These Oylys wyll fyx crude Mercury and convert Bodys all,
Into parfyt Sol and Lune when thou shalt make Projeecyon,
That Oylysh substance pure and fyx Raymond Lully dyd call
Hys Basylyske, of whych he made never so playne deteccyon,
Pray for me to God that I may be of hys eleccyon:
And that he wyll for one of hys on Domys Day me kene,
And graunt me in hys blys to reygne for ever wyth hym, Amen.

Gloria tibi Domine.

An Admonition, wherein the Author declareth his Erronious experiments.

AFter all thys I wyll thou understonde,
For thy savegarde what I have done,
Many Experyments I have had in hond;
As I found wryten for Son and Mone,
Whych I wyll tell the rehersyng sone:
Begynnyng wyth Vermylion whych provyd nought,
And Mercury sublymyd whych I dere bought.
I made Solucyons full many a one,
Of Spyrytts, Ferments, Salts, Yerne and Steele;
Wenyng so to make the Phylosophers Stone:
But fynally I lost eche dele,
After my Boks yet wrought I well;
Whych evermore untrew I provyd,
That made me oft full sore agrevyd.
Waters corrosyve and waters Ardent,
With which I wrought in divers wyse,
Many one I made but all was shent;
Eggs shells I calcenyd twise or thryse,
Oylys fro Calcys I made up-ryse;
And every Element fro other I did twyne,
But profyt found I ryght none therein.
Also I wrought in Sulphur and in Vitriall,
Whych folys doe call the Grene Lyon,
In Arsenike, in Orpement, fowle mot them fall;
In debili principio was myne Incepcyon:
Therefore was frawde in fyne the Conclusyon;
And I blew my thryft at the Cole,
My Clothys were bawdy, my Stomache was never hole.
Sal Armonyake and Sandever,
Sal Alkaly, sal Alembroke, sal Attinckarr,
Sal Tarter, sal Comyn, sal Geme most clere;
Sal Peter, sal Sode, of these beware;
Fro the odor of Quycksylver kepe the fare:
Medyll not wyth Mercury precipitate,
Nether wyth imparfyt Bodys rubyfycate.
I provyd Uryns, Eggs, Here, and Blod,
The Scalys of Yern whych Smethys do of smyte,
Aes Ust, and Crokefer whych dyd me never good:
The sowle of Saturne and also Marchasyte,
Lythage and Antemony not worth a myte:
Of whych gey Tyntures I made to shew,
Both Red and Whyte whych were untrew.
Oyle of Lune and water wyth labour grett,
I made Calcynyng yt with salt precipytate,
And by hyt selfe with vyolent hett
Gryndyng with Vynegar tyll I was fatygate:
And also with a quantyte of Spyces acuate;
Uppon a Marble whych stode me oft in cost,
And Oyles with Corrosyves I made; but all was lost.
Many Amalgame dyd I make,
Wenyng to fix these to grett avayle,
And thereto Sulphur dyd I take;
Tarter Egges whyts, and the Oyle of the Snayle,
But ever of my purpose dyd I fayle:
For what for the more and what for the lesse,
Evermore somethyng wantyng there was.
Wyne, Mylke, Oyles, and Runnett,
The Slyme of Sterrs that falleth to the grownde,
Celydony and Secundynes wyth many moe yett,
In these I practysyd as in my books I found,
I wan ryght nought, but lost many a pownde;
Of Mercury and Mettalls I made Chrystall stones,
Wenyng that hyt had ben a worke for the nonys.
Thus I rostyd and boylyd as one of Gebers Cooks,
And oft tymes my wynnyng in the Asks I sought;
For I was dyscevyd wyth many falce Books
Wherby untrue thus truly I wrought:
But all such Experyments avaylyd me nought;
But brought me in danger and in combraunce,
By losse of my goods and other gravaunce.
For the love of our Lady such lewdnes eschue,
Medyll wyth no falshood whych never prevyd well;
Assay when thow wylt and thow shalt fynde me treue;
Wynn shalt thou nought but lose every dele,
Pence in thy Pauwkner fewe shalt thou feele:
In smokes and smells thow shalt have myckle wo,
That unnethe for syknes on Erth shalt thow go.
I never saw true worke treuly but one,
Of whych in thys tretys the trewth I have told.
Stody only therfore to make our Stone:
For therby may thow wyn both Sylver and Gold,
Uppon my wrytynge therfore to ground the be bold:
So shalt thow lose nought yf God be thy gyde,
Trust to my Doctryne and therby abyde.
Remember how Man ys most noble Creature,
In erths Composycyon that ever God wrought,
In whom are the fowre Elements proportyonyd by nature:
A naturall Mercuryalyte whych cost ryght nought,
Out of hys myner by Arte yt must be brought;
For our Mettalls be nought ells but myners too,
Of our Soon and our Moone, wyse Reymond seyd so.
The clerenes of the Moone and of the Soone, bryght,
Into these two Myners desendyth secretly,
Howbeyt the cleernes be hyd fro thy syght:
By craft thou shalt make ytt to appere openly,
Thys hyd Stone, thys one thyng therfore putrefye:
Wash hym wyth hys owne broth tyll whyte he becoom,
Then Ferment hym wyttely, nowe here ys all and soom.
Now to God Almyghty I thee Recommend,
Whych graunte the by Grace to knowe thys one thing,
For now ys thys Treatys brought to an end:
And God of hys Mercy to hys blysse us bryng,
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, where Angells do syng:
Praysyng without ceasynge hys gloriose Magestye,
Whych he in hys Kyngdome graunte us for to see.

AN. DOM. 1471.

Explicit Alchimiae Tractatus Philosophiae,
Cujus Rypla George, Canonicus, Auctor erat;
Mille, quadringentis septuaginta uno (que)
Annis qui scriptus compositus (que) fuit.
Auctori lector praebe praece, quaeso Iuvamen,
Illi purgamen leve post vitam ut sit Amen.

Englished.

Thus heere the Tract of Alchimy doth end,
Whych (Tract) was by George Ripley Chanon pen'd;
It was Composed, Writt, and Sign'd his owne,
In Anno twice Seav'n hundred seav'nty one:
Reader! Assist him, make it thy desire,
That after Lyfe he may have gentle Fire.

Amen.

LIBER PATRIS SAPIENTIAE.

THow that in thys Boke beginneth to rede,
Keepe well thys Councell the better schalt thow spede:
Be thow in a place secret by thy selfe alone,
That noe man see or here what thow schalt say or done.
Yet ere thow begyn to rede much, take thow good hede,
Wyth whom thow kepest company I councell thee indede;
Trust not thy freind too much, wheresoere thow goe,
For he that thow trustest best sometyme may be thye Foe.
And take hede to the words of the Fader of Wysdom,
How he techeth hys Sonne how he schould done;
To kepe hys presepts of bodely governance
And wyth hys Conyng he wyll the gretly advance.
And yf thow wylt not to hys wordys take hede,
Thow schalt stand here oft in gret feare and dred.
For he that hath a fore wytt he nedes not do amysse,
And he that doth Folly the Folly schalbe hys.
Now my dere Sonne be thow not a know
To Lerned nor to Leud, to Hygh nor to Low:
Neyther to Young nor Old, Rych nor Poore,
Unto them thow tech nothyng my Lore.
Also to scuche men that hold themselves wyse,
And so forth to the foolys that glyde on the Ice:
They weene in grete Bokes schould be the Art
O [...] the Science of Alchemy, but they be not worth a fart.
Therefor my Sonn to thee thys Science I may well teach,
And yf thow wylt upon thy enemy be wreach;
Or to purchase or build any good thyng,
It schalbe to thy gret furtheryng.
Thys worthy Scyence of Alchemy if thow wylt it leare,
A lyttle mony out of thy purse thow must forbeare;
To buy therewyth Flos Florum it is most worthiest,
And to build well her Cabyn and her Nest.
And if thow put out mony for any other thing,
It is to thy losse; and to thy great hindring:
Except yt be for thy workes naturall Foode,
Which is had out of Stone, Ayre and Wood.
And if thow have all thyngs wythin the growing,
Then thow needest not to buy any manner of thing,
That schould be to thys Science belonging,
But beware of thy selfe for feare of hanging.
For then thow and thys Scyence were for ever lost,
If thow make thereof any manner of boast,
To any Man or Woman, Old or Young,
Beware of thy selfe for feare of discovering.
For if thow make any man privie
Of thy Councell, Rich or Needy,
Thow must so beware Sleeping or Waking,
For once ymagining of Money making.
For yf God sends thee grace and understanding,
Wyth thys Scyence thow mayst have good lyving:
But beware of speach of Women liberall,
And of the voice and sight of Children generall.
Sonn in thyne owne howse thow maist well gett
A good Morsell of meat thy mouth to sweet,
Both Pheasant, Partridge, Plover and Leveret,
Though thow cry yt not owte in the common Market.
Therefore kepe close of thy Tongue and of thy Hand,
From the Officers and Governours of the Land;
And from other men that they of thy Craft nothing know,
For in wytnes thereof they wyll thee hang and draw.
And thereof the People will the at Sessions indight,
And great Treason against the they wyll write;
Wythowt that the Kings grace be to thee more,
Thow schalt for ever in thys world be forlore.
Alsoe wythowt thow be sure of another thyng,
To purchase the Lycence of thy King:
For all manner of doubts thee schall betide,
The better thow maiste Worke, and both goe and ride.
Also another thing I schall thee lere,
The poore People take thow nothing deare,
But ever serve thy God alway at the begynnyng,
And among the poore People the better schalbe thy livyng.
Now my Chylde to my precepts looke thow take hede;
Whatsoever fall after the better schall thow spede.
Better it ys to have a thyng, then for it to wish,
For when thow feelst a Sore tis hard for thee to get a Leech.
Now my deare Son to the I wyll declare,
More of thys Warke which schalbe thy welfaire;
If thow canst consider all my sayings,
For therewyth thow mayest finde a full precious thing.
And Son though thys Writing be made in Ryme,
Yet take thow thereat noe greate disdaine.
Till thow hast proved my words in deede and in thought,
I watt it well it schalbe set at nought.
Therefor of all Bodyes and Spyrits more or lesse,
Mercury is called Flos Florum and worthiest Pryncesse:
For her Birth and marvelous dealing,
Sche ys most worthiest to have byne King.
For sche ys Erth and Water most heviest,
And sche will conjoyne wyth Fire and Aire most lyghtest;
And so forth wyth her love sche will run and flee,
For sche delighteth noe other game or glee.
Some say that of Sulphur and Mercury all Bodyes minerall are made,
Ingendered in the Erth with divers Colours cladd:
By the vertue of Decoccion before Preperacion,
To the lykenes of every body Mynerall in ther fashion.
I will first begin wyth Saturne after other mens sayings,
How he ys ingendered in the Erth wyth unclene Mercury flying:
And of Mercury he ys most heviest wyth black Sulphury Erth mixed,
Save he ys soft of fusion, and hys Sulphur nothing fixed.
Iupiter is a whyte Body made of pure Mercury outward,
And of clere Sulphur somewhat Erthly and white inward;
He ys in kynde softest and well in his fixation,
For he is almost fixt, but he lacketh Decoction.
Mars ys a white Body most of unclene ☿ in the Erth y'made,
And he ys hardest of fusion with Sulphur Erthly cladd;
To blacknes and rednes he will soonest consume,
By heate or by corrosive when the Spirit beginneth to fume.
Sol is the purest, somwhat red, & is made of clene ☿ & Sulphur fixed,
Ingendered with clere red Sulphur, in the Erth well mixed,
And therefor he ys without defalt and lacketh no degree;
For he ys almost hardest of Fusion and heviest in ponderossity.
Venus ys a Body more red of pure ☿ made in hys substance,
Most of red Sulphur and greene and therein is greate variance:
In the Erth ingendered with Corrosive and bitter substance,
Well fixed and hard of fusion, rude in governance.
Mercury ys a Body if he be with a Substance moved,
Mixing one kinde with his kinde, so schall he be loved;
One Spirit received wyth another, the which of them be maine,
Is cause of ingeneration of every body Mettalyne.
Luna ys a pure white Body of clene Mercury & Sulphur white ingendered
And sche is a litle hard of fusion & almost well fixed,
And sche is next cleanest in Tincture of whitenes,
Of Ponderosity light, of Iupiter bearing his whitenes.
And soe after the Colour of that Erth ys Sulphuri and re­ceptuall,
Some men do say ys engendered every Mettall;
But my Son the perfect worke of thys alteration,
I schall informe the true way of another fashion.
Now have I declared the working of the Bodies Mynerall,
Whereof they be ingendered after other mens sayings over all;
And as in place of the Erth one Body was fully wrought,
Soe must the artificiall Medicine, be or else it ys nought.
Now will I declare the worthines of Mercury in speciall,
How sche ys the notablest Spirit that ys mynerall,
Most marvelous in working and in degree,
Sche ys called the Matter principallest of the three▪
Also sche ys very subtile in many things artificiall,
Sche will both give and take Tincture most speciall,
To hym or of hym that sche loveth most best,
In speciall when sche ys warmed in her Nest.
My Son Mercury ys called the mightiest Flos florum,
And most royall, and richest of all Singulorum;
Sche ys very Patron and Princes most royall,
And sche ys very Mother of every Mettall.
Sche ys Vegitable, Animalle and Minerall,
Sche ys Foure in kinde, and One in generall:
Sche ys Erth, Aire, Water and Fyre,
Among all other sche hath no Peere.
Sche kylleth and slayeth, and also doth calcine,
Sche dyeth, and also doth sche live againe;
Sche giveth lyfe and also ingression,
For joyntly sche ys three in one.
Sche ys a very frendly mixar,
The progeneration of a greate Elixar:
Sche ys both Body Soule and Spirite,
In Colour very red, black and white.
Many be the wooers that hang on her tayle,
But sche will not with them I'deale;
They would her wedd against her will,
With foemen that liken her full ill.
Sche will deale with no manner of wight,
But with her Husband as it ys greate right:
With him sche will beare much fruite,
For he ys by nature of her selfe same sute.
My Son of hem Fooles have much dispight,
And therin such Fooles loose their light:
For sometymes he ys darke, and sometymes bright,
For he ys lyke no other wight.
For if they have their kynde ingendering,
Their naturall foode and good keeping,
They schall increase frute by dene,
Very red and white, King and Queene.
My Son in thys Scyence I doe deny,
All things that be discording truly,
All manner of Salts I doe defie,
And all manner of Sulphurs in waters of Corrosie.
Also Alloome, Vitriall, Auripigmentum and Haire,
Gold, Silver, Alkaly and Sandiver;
Honey, Wax, and Oyles or Calx else,
Gumms, Galls, and also Egg shells.
Also I defie Antimony, Berrall, and Christall,
Rosin, Pitch, also Amber, Jett and Corrall;
Hearbs, Dated Stones, Marble, or Tinglas,
If there come any of all these it ys the worse.
Also Berrills, Gotts Hornes, and Alome plome,
Good with them will none be done;
All things that discordeth from Mettall,
It ys contrary to thys worke in generall.
My Son many fooles to me have sought,
But they and I accord right nought;
I leave them there as I them finde,
And as Fooles I make them blinde.
For whych Mercury they have errd full sore
And then when they had they could doe no more,
Therefor in Phylosophers sche bear'th the floower,
For sche ys King, Prince, and Emperour.
Yet my deare Son be thow not a knowne
To Learned, nor to Lewde, to High, nor to Low;
That thys worke standeth by Mercury and in her fire,
Her owne speciall Love both life and deare.
For he ys her Son, sche ys hys Fright,
In whome sche worketh all her myght:
He ys her Son, sche ys hys Mother,
Sche loveth him peramore and no other.
In Sol, and Lune, in her meeting ys all love,
For of Mercury only ys all her behove,
And with them sche worketh all her might,
But they may never increase on fright.
Therefor it ys possible to cast a Projection pure,
Upon a Million to make a perfect Body of tincture:
Wyth Medicine of Spirits well joyned and fixed,
It schall not be perceived where it ys well mixed.
And therefor if there com Silver or Gold in at thy Gate,
The which men use in Aoyne or in common Plate;
I sweare by God that all thys world hath wrought,
All thy labour and warke schall turne to nought.
For with what Mettall soever that Mercury be joyned,
Because of her Coldnes and Moistnes sche ys acloyd:
Put them never so close togeder sche will fume anon,
And when they come into the fire sche wil sone be gone.
Therefore Mercury hath a Lover that passeth them
A thousandfold, who so will him ken
And he ys her Lover and her Leman sweete,
And so hys Councell sche will keepe.
Both in hys Chamber and also in hys Bedd,
Also alive and when they byne dead;
Seeke yee forth fooles as ye have sought,
For in all other things finde yee right nought.
Now my deare Son to thee I will indight,
The truth in word and deede I will write:
How that a precious Stone shalbe made,
Thee to rejoyce and make thee full glad.
As I said in the 32. Chapter unto my Conclusion,
How I schould informe the truth after another fashion,
And to performe thys Scyence both in word and deede,
In making of our Medicine God must us speede.
The which ys called the greate Elixer,
And ys verily made with a stronge mixar;
The which is a Stone very Minerall,
And thow maist him wellgett ever all.
My Son thow schalt take to Mercury no other thing,
But Erth that's heavy and hard and stiff standing:
The which in himselfe ys derke bright dry and cold,
To joyne them togeder thow maist be full bold.
One of them to 10 parts of that Water running most heaviest
And they schalbe both one, and to thy warke most mightiest:
Then hast thow Man and Woman togeder brought,
The which ys done by greate love in a thought.
The which two be both Spirits, & one Body most heaviest,
When they be in your Chamber and bed joyned in the Element lightest,
The which ys more bigger, and bigger hott and dry,
And therein they will both kiss togeder & neither weepe nor cry.
For when Erth and Water ys well mixed,
By the vertue of the lightest Element well hardned and fixed:
For before that time they be Water running both,
And then schall turne to fix body be they never so loath.
For in theyr bed they schall make a perpetuall Conjunction,
After the feeding of the light Element and of their proportion;
Soe schould they be decoct, having the parfeit fixascion,
In the likenes of a body in fusion having hys fashion.
But at the first in their Bed they may indure no greate heate,
Soe as they may well labour in their Bed for sweate:
Att the first if there be in their Chamber overmuch red Colour,
Hastily going thereto will cause greate Dolour.
For in their first Nest they schould be both water running,
And because of heate they schould be ever drying.
And so therein hecome a subtill dry Substance,
The which warke schall thee greately avaunce.
Therefor their Nest must be made of a strong kinde,
Of the most hardest and cleerest Body, that they not out winde;
For if it so be that their Chamber or Nest begin to breake,
Anon out thereof they will begin to Creake.
And then ys all thy warke and thy greate labour lost,
Then thou maist begin againe upon a new cost,
And so thow mayst not be negligent and hasty, but of the bed be sure,
Without it be hard stuff and cleere it will not indure.
And if thow wil at the first hand give suddaine heate,
It will unto thy Warke be nothing meete;
And if thow let him have any suddaine greate Cold,
All thys schall breke thy warke, then art thow to bold.
Let their Nest be somewhat large with a broade roufe,
And therein they schall abide if it be strong and close above;
And in proportion put thereto nothing more nor lesse,
But as ys sayd before if thow doe yt ys the worse.
Also from the beds head there must rise a highe Spoute,
And another almost downe to the bottome that the Spirit go not out;
For thou must save the flyers that swim into the upper place,
For they may hereafter ingender a body as well as the other in space.
Also be sure that thow put in their Bed no other thing,
Then thereof thow schalt have no greate winnyng,
If thow do thys it schall be to thee for the best
To keepe them close from flying and warme in their Nest.
First with soft fyre her Nest must be warmed,
With a litle bigger Fyre with overmuch they schalbe harmed,
Under thy Chamber flowre measure thy Fyre with tyme,
Then commeth the reward, Gold and Silver fine.
After the quantity space and tyme must be had,
For to deale togeder they be in their dealing glad.
And how long space and tyme I cannot well say,
That they in their Chamber and Nest wilbe in sport and play.
Behold the uppermost of their Nest what there commeth out,
The sweting of their Bodys labouring round aboute,
And when they have played and sweate and laboured so sore,
They wilbe still, and neither labour nor sweate any more.
Then let them coole easily, and draw their breath,
And then there schalbe some above and some beneath:
There thou schalt see a Stone as it were grey pouther,
Which schalbe to the a ryght greate wonder.
Then take them out of their Chamber and Bed anon,
And lay them upon a Marble stone and breake them thereon:
And looke what thow hast in of Colour and Ponderosity,
Put to him as much of Flos florum greatest in dignity.
That ys the same Spirit that thow hadst before,
And so medle them togeder and leare them the same lore;
Altogeder in another Bed and in their Chamber they must be,
For a marvelous warke thereof thow schalt understand and see.
And thus so oft thow must Multiplie thy Warke,
To ascend and descend into the Aire as doth the Larke;
For when the Larke ys weary above in hys stound,
Anon he falleth right downe to the ground.
Behold well their Body, and to their head lay thine Eare,
And harken thow well what warke they make there:
If they begin to sing any manner of voyce,
Give them more heate till thow heare no noyce.
And thus give them more heate in their Chamber and Bed also,
Till thou hearest no manner of noyse rumbling to nor fro:
And thus continue in their Bed in their sporting playes,
After the quantity thereof continue so many dayes.
When their play and wrestling ys all well done,
In their voyce singing and crying and sweating up and downe;
Give their Chamber bigger heate till their Nest be red,
And so bring them downe low and have no feare nor dread.
For thus with heate they schalbe brought full low,
That they schall in their Bed ne cry nor crow,
But as a Body lye still downe in their Bed,
In their owne liknes as they were bodyes dead.
Of Grey and White ys all hys cheife Colour,
For then he ys past all hys greate Dolour:
I sweare by Almighty God that all hath wrought;
Thow hast found out that many other Men hath sought.
Then take thow hym out of hys Cchamber and Bed,
And thow schalt then finde a fixt Body as he were dead;
Keepe thow hym close and secretly within thy place,
And thanke Almighty God of hys grace.
Now my Son before thys, after thys Science I have right well sought
And thus to thee I have the White Elixer parfetly wrought;
And if thow wilt of the Red Elixer parfetly understand,
Thow must take such another warke in hand.
My Son whan thow hast wrought more upon more,
Dubling each time as I said before;
Make thow what thow wilt of Red substance,
As I did the White warke in manner of Governance.
Then thow must take the Red Stone that ys all ponder,
And lay on a Mable Stone and breake him a sunder;
And to medle him with the white Spirit and Water cleere,
And so put him in hys Bed and Chamber in the Fire.
And so in hys Chamb. & in hys Bed, he must all thys while be
Till thow hast turn'd and broght him to another manner of glee:
Thys Red Elixer if thow wilt open worke heare,
Thys manner of Schoole thow must right well leare.
Thow must hang him in his Chamber with red Colour,
Till he be fixed and brought from hys great Dolour:
Then of thys worthy warke be not thow agast,
For in the warke all the worst ys past.
And so in hys fiery Nest and Chamber let him be sure,
For the longer he be in, the better schalbe hys tincture;
Soe that he runn not like blood overcoming hys fusion,
Then hast thow parfectly thys worke in conclusion.
Thus he must continue in thys greate heate of Firing,
Till he be full fixed that he be not running nor flying:
Then he will give tincture without Number running like wax,
Unto hys like of fusion he will both joyne and mix.
And yf thy Warke be thus well guided and so forth led.
Then hast thow in thy Warke right well and wittily sped:
For if thow do otherwise then I have thee tould,
In the adventure of thy warke thow maist be to bold.
For if thow warke by good measure and parfect tyme,
Thow schalt have very good Gold and Silver fine;
Than schalt thow be richer in thy self than any King▪
Wythowt he labour the Science and have the same thing.
Now my deare Son I schall teach thee how to cast a Projecti­on,
Therein lyeth all the greate prafetnes with the Conclusion:
To leade an imparfect Body to hys greate parfectnesse,
In joyning that like to hys like thow standest in no distres.
For when thow hast joyned the milke to the Bodyes dry,
Than hast thow the White and Red Elixer truly:
The which ys a Marvilous and very precious Stone,
For therein lieth in thys Science all the worke upon.
In thys Science these Stones be in themselves so precious,
That in their working and nature they be marvelous:
To schew thee the greate vertue furthermore I will declare,
That if thow canst with thys manner of working well fare.
First thow must take of that Body which ys next Sol in per­fection,
And of his colour toward in ponderosity & proportion:
Being soluble as it were cleere blood running.
In the hot Element yt ys alwayes lightest and fleeting.
Then take parte of the Red Elixer that ys the precious Stone
And cast him upon that body that ys blood running anon:
And whan thow hast thus parfectly thys warke wrought,
It schalbe turned into parfect Sol with litle labour or nought.
On the same wise do for Luna that is in the Colour so white,
In joyning with that body that is schining and somewhat light;
In the same proportion cast him the very white Stone,
And then ys all thy greatest warke both made and done.
Than hast thow both the Red warke and the White,
Therefor blessed be that tyme both day and night:
For thys warke that standeth by greate vertue and love,
Thow must thanke Almighty God in heaven above.
Sonn in the 21. Chapter there write I a full true Rime,
That ys to say unto thys warke thow have no greate disdaine;
Till thow have proved my words in deede and thought,
I know it well thys Science schalbe set at nought.
My Son to these last precepts looke thow take good hede
For better 'tys to have then to wish for in time of neede:
For who so ys bold in time to a Freind to breake,
He that ys thy Freind may be thy Fo and hys emnity wreake.
And therefor my Son I schall give thee a greate charge,
In uttering of speech be thow not to large;
To tell every man what thow hast in Silver or Gold,
For to have it from thee many men wilbe right bold.
Also use not to revill or ryott that schould exceede
To thy bodily health, the better schalt thow speede;
Use temperate dyet and temperate travell,
For when Physitian thee fayleth thys schall thee availe.
And leave all blind warkes that thow hast seene or heard of Conclusions
Or proved by Sublimations, Preperations, Distillations, or Disso­lutions;
Of such manner of things greate Bokes do greatly specifie
And all those contrary sayings in this Craft I do plainly deny.
Also my Son remember how thow art mortall,
Abiding but a while in thys World which ys terrestriall:
Thow wottest not how long nor hence how soone,
That death schall thee visitt and unto thee Come.
And remember thee well at thy departing,
Whome thow lovedst and trustedst best old and young:
Make him thine Heire and most of thy Councell,
And give him thy Cunning or thy Boke every deale.
But beware of flattering and glosing People,
Of Boasters and Crackers for they will thee begu [...]le:
Of thy precious Cunning behinde or beforne,
And when they have their intent they will give thee a scorne.
Therefor make no Man of thy Councell rude nor rustie,
But him that thow knowest both true and trustie;
In ryding and going sleeping and waking,
Both in word and deede and in hys disposing.
Also in thy owne Chamber looke thow be secret,
That thy dores and windowes be close shet;
For some wyll come and looke in every Corner,
And anon they will aske what thow makest there.
And therefore a good excuse must soone be had,
Or else thow schalt verily wine for to run madd;
Say thow labourest sore both sleeping and waking,
To the perfect way of strange Colours making.
As yt be sure Bice, Vermillion, Aurum Musicum, & others moe
Or else with some people thow schalt never have a doe;
Also thereof thow must have many samples to schew,
Or else they that harmes thinke will say so.
Also furthermore I give thee right good warning,
Beware of thy warking and also of thy uttering,
For the examination of the People better or worse,
Ere thow have for thy warke thy mony in thy purse.
Therefor take heede my Son unto these Chapters sixscore
And all manner of things said what schould be don before:
For in Astronomy thow must have right good feeling,
Or else in thys Boke thow schalt have simple believing.
For thow must know well of seaven principle Characters,
To what Bodyes in heaven moving that they be likned in those figures
And to understand their properties and their Conditions,
In Colours, qualities, softnes, hardnes, & in their proper fashions.
Now Son to thee that understandest parfection & Sciences
Whether it be Speculative or Pracktick to my sentences:
In thys Science and labour I thinke it greate ruthe,
Therefore I write to thee very truth.
And to thee that understandest no parfection nor practike
In no conclusion proved that schould be to hys warke like,
By Almighty God that all thys world hath wrought,
I have said and performed to thee right nought.
Therefore my Son before that thow thys Boke begin,
Understand wisely in thys what ys written therein:
For if thow canst not finde by thys Boke neither Sol nor Moyn [...],
Then go forth and seeke thow further as other fooles have done.
Explicit Liber dictus Pater Sapientiae.

Ʋaughan sculp:

IN the name of the holy Triniti,
Now send us grase, so hit be:
Fyrst God made both Angel and Heaven,
Na alleso the World wyth Planets seaven;
Man and Woman wyth gret sensewalite,
Sum of estate, and other in hyr degree;
Both Best and Worme for in the grown crepe,
Everyech in hys kynd to receve hys mete.
Egles and Fowles in the Eyre donfle,
And swemynge of Fycheys also in the See:
Wyth vygital moystter and of the red Grap,
And alleso of the why [...]e hos can hym take:
Alle meneral thyng that growyth in grownd,
Sum to encrese and sum to make an end:
Alle thes bryngeth now to owre howse,
The mightti Ston that ys so precius,
Thys ryche [...] that sto [...]n of pryce,
The whych [...] send owt of Paradyce:
Thus made the gret God of heven,
Whych alle ben rewled under Planets seaven:
God send us parte of thys secrete,
And of that heven that ys sweet.

AMEN.

IYfe thow wilt thys warke begyn,
Than schrevy the clene of alle thy Seyne:
Contryte in hert wyth alle thy thowght,
And ever thenke on hym that the der bowght.
Satisfaction thow make wyth alle thy myght,
Than thre fayre flowers thow hast in syght;
Yet nedeth the mor to thy conclesyon,
Take thow good hede nowe to thys lessen;
Thow must have Grase, Nature, and Resen,
Spekelatif, and Coning, wyth good Condition:
Yet thow must have more now herto,
Experience, wyth Pracktik, Prudent also;
Patient that thow be, and Holi in Lysyngs,
Thenke thow on thys in thy beginings;
Thes fowrtyn Hestys as I the saye,
Ever kepe thow man both nyght and day,
Of thy desyres thow mayst not mysse,
And alleso of heven that swezt bless.
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HERMES BIRD.

PRoblemis of olde likenes and fuguris,
Wych proved byn fructuos of sentens;
And have auctorite grounded in Scripture,
By resemblaunce of notabil apperence;
Wych moralites concludyng on prudence:
Lyke as the Bibel reherseth be wryting,
How Trees sum tyme chese hemselfe a Kyng.
First in theyre choise they namyd the Olyve
To regne among hem, Iudicium doth expres;
But he hymselfe can excuse hym blyve,
He myght not forsake hys fatnes:
Nor the Fig-tree hys amorus swetnes:
Nor the Vyne hys holsum fresche terrage:
Wych gyveth comfort to all manner of age.
And sembleabil Poyetes laureat,
By derke parables full convenient;
Feyn [...]in that Bird is and Bests of estate
As rial Egeles and Lyons by assent,
Sent owte writtes to holde a Parlement;
And made degrees brevely for to sey,
Sum to have Lordschip and sum to Obey.
Egeles in the Eyre hyghest take theyre flyght,
Power of Lyons on the grownde ys sene;
Cedre amonge Trees highest ys of sight,
And the Laurer of nature ys ever grene,
Of flowris all Florra Goddes and Quene:
Thus of all thyng ther byn diversites,
Sum of estate and sum of lower degres.
Poyetys write wonderfull lyknes,
And Covert kepe hemselfe full clos;
They take Bestes and Fowles to witnes:
Of whos feynyng Fabelis furst a ros,
And here I cast unto my purpos,
Owte of the Frensche a tale to transcelate,
Whych in a Pamphlet I red and saw as I sate.
Thys Tale wych y make of mencion,
In gros reherseth playnely to declare,
Thre Proverbys payed for raunsome
Of a fayre Byrde that was take in a snare,
Wonder desirus to scape owte of hir care:
Of myne Auctor followyng the prosses,
So as it fel in Order y schall expres.
Whilom ther was in a small vilage,
As my Auctor maketh rehersal;
A Chorle the wich had lust and gret corage,
Within hymselfe by hys deligent travel,
To aray hys Garden with notabil reparel:
Oflenght and brede y lyche square and long,
Heggyd and dychyd to make yt sure and strong.
All the Aleys made playne with Sande,
Benches coverid with new Turves grene,
Set Erbes with Condites at the ende;
That wellid up agen the Sun schene,
Lyke Silver stremys as any cristal clene:
The burbely Waves up ther on boylyng,
Rownde as Beral theyr bemys owte chedyng.
Mides the Garden stode a fresh Lawrer,
Ther on a Byrde syngyng both day and nyght;
With shinyng federis brighter then Gold weer,
Wych wyth hir song made hevy hertis lyght;
For to behold hit was an hevenly syght:
How towerd evyn and in the dawnyng,
Sche dyd her payne most amens to syng.
Esperus enforced hyr corage,
Towerd evyn when Phebus went to nest;
Amonges the braunches to hir avauntage:
To syng hir complyn as yt was best,
And at the rysyng to the Quene Alcest
To syng ageyne as hit was to hir dew,
Erly on the morow the day-ster to salew.
Hit was a very hevenly melody,
Evyn and Morne to her the Byrd song;
And the sote sugeryd Armony:
Of uncoud Warbelis and twenes drew along,
That al the Garden of the noyse rong:
Tyll on a morow that Tytan schone ful cler,
The Byrd was trapped and cawt in a Panter.
The Chorle was glad that he thys Byrd hath take
Mere of cher loke and of visage:
And in all hast he cast for to make
Within hys howse a lytil prati Cage,
And with hir songto rejoyce hys corage:
And at the last the sely Byrd abrayde,
And sobirly to the Chorle sche sayde:
I am now take and stond under daunger,
Hold streyte that y m [...]y not fle;
Adew my song and al my notes cler,
Now that y have lost my liberte,
Now y am thrall and sumtyme was fre:
And trust wel y stand in distres,
Y can nat syng ne make no gladnes.
And thogh my Cage forged were of Gold
And the penacles of Beral and Cristal:
Y remember a Proverbe sayde of olde;
Who lisit hys fredom in sooth he ys in thral,
For me had laver upon a branche smale,
Merle to syng amonge the wodis grene,
Than in a Cage of Golde bryght and chene.
Songe and Presun have non acordaunce,
Trowys thow y wyl syng in Presun,
Song procedet of joy and plesaunce;
And Presun causeth deth and destruction,
Ryngyng of Feteris maketh no mere sown;
Or how schoulde he be glad and jocownde,
Ageyn hys wil that lyth in cheynys bownde.
What avayleth a Lyon to be a Kyng of Bestes
Fast schut in a Tower of ston alone;
Or an Egell under stryte cheynys,
Called also the Kyng of Fowlys everichon,
Fy on Lordschyp whan Liberte ys gon:
Answer herto and hit nat a start,
Who syngeth mere that syngeth not with hert.
If thow wilt rejoyce the of my syngyng,
Let me go fleen fre fro dawnger:
And every day in the mornyng
Y wyll repayre to thy Lawrer,
And fressely to syng with notis cler;
Under thi Chaumber or afore thy Hal,
Every season when thow lyst me cal.
To be schut and pyned under drede,
No thyng acordyng to my nature:
Though I were fed with Mylke and Wastelbrede;
And swete Crudis brought to my pasture,
Yet had y lever do my bese cure:
Erly in the morow to shrape in the Vale,
To fynde my dener amongs the Wormys smale.
The Laborer ys gladder at hys Plough,
Erly on the morow to fede hym on bakon:
Then sum ben that have tresour y nowgh;
And of al deyntes plente and foyson;
And no fredom with hys pocession;
To go at large but as Bere at the stake,
To pas hys bondes but yf he leve take.
Take thys answer ful for conclusion,
To synge in prison thow schalt not me constreyne:
Tyll y have fredom in woddis up and downe:
To fle at large on bowys both rough and plaine,
And of reson thow schuldest not disdeyn:
Of my desyre but laugh and have good game,
But who ys a Chorle wold every man wer the same.
Well quod the Chorle sith hit woll not be,
That y desyre by my talkyng;
Magre thy wyll thow schalt chese on of thre:
Within a Cage merele to syng,
Or to the Kychyn y schall thy bode brynge:
Pul thy federis that byn so bryght and clere,
And after rost or bake the to my dynere.
Then quod the Byrde to resson y sey not ney,
Towchyng my song a ful answer thow hast:
And when my federis pulled byn awey,
Ify be rosted or bake in a past,
Thow schalt of me have a smal repaste:
But yf thow wylt werke by my councel,
Thow mayst by me have a gret avayle.
If thow wolt to my rede assent,
And suffer me go frele fro Preson:
Witowte raunsom or any oder rent;
Y schall the gyf a notabil grete gwerdon,
The thre grete Wysdomys acordyng to reson;
Mor of valew, take hede what y profer,
Than al the Gold that ys shet in thy Cofer.
Trust me wel y schal the not deceyve.
Well quod the Chorle tel and let se:
Nay quod the Byrde a forne conseyve;
Who schal teche of Reson he most go fre,
Hit fitteth a Master to have hys Liberte:
And at large to teche hys lesson,
Hafe me not suspecte y mene no treson.
Wel quod the Chorle y holde me content,
Y trust the promys which thow hast made to me;
The Byrde fle forth the Chorle was of sent:
And toke hys flight up to the Lawrer tre,
Then thought sche thus now that y stand fre:
With snaris panters y cast not al my lyve,
Not wyth no lyme twygges no mor to strive.
He ys a Fole that schaped ys daungere,
That broke hys feteris and fled ys fro Preson,
For to resort agene: for brente childe dreds fyre:
Eche man bewar of Wisdom and reson,
Of suger strawed that hideth false poyson;
Ther ys no venom so perilus in scherpnes,
As whan yt hath triakcle of lyknes.
Who dredeth no perell in perell he schal falle,
Smothe Watres byn of sithes depe:
The Quayle pipe can most falsely calle;
Tyl the Quayle under the net doth crepe;
A bleryed Fowler trust not thogh he wepe:
Exchew hys thumbe, of weping take no hede,
That smale Byrdys can nyp by the hede.
And now that y such daunger am scaped,
Y wyl bewar and afore provide:
That of no Fowlar y wil no more be Japed,
From theyre lyme twygges to fly far asyde,
There perel ys perel to abyde:
Com ner thow Chorle, take hede to my speche,
Of thre Wysdomys that y schal the teche.
Yef not of Wysdom to hasty credens,
To every Tale nor eche tydyng:
But consyder of Reson and Prudens;
Among Talys ys many a grete lesyng,
Hasty credens hath cawsed grete hynderyng:
Report of talis and tydyngys broght up new,
Maketh many a man ful on trew.
For on party take thys for my Raunsom,
Lerne the second grownded of scripture:
Desyre thow not by no condicion
Thyng that ys ympossybyl to recure,
Worldly desyres stante alle in a venture:
And who desyreth to soare hygh a lofte,
Oft tyme by soden turne he falleth on softe.
The thyrd is thys, bewar both even and morrow,
Forget yt nought but lerne thys of me:
For Tresor lost, make never to grete Sorrow;
Wych in no wyse may not recovered be,
For who that taketh sorrow for loss in that degree:
Reken fyrst hys losse, and afte [...] reken hys peyne,
Of one sorrow he maketh Sorrowys tweyne.
Aftur thys Lesson the Byrde began a songe,
Of hyr ascape gretely rejoycyng:
And sche remembred hyr alleso of the wronge
Don by the Chorle, fyrst at hyr takyng,
And of the affray, and of hyr impresonyng:
Glad that sche was at large and owte of drede,
Seyde unto hym hoveryng above hys hede,
Thow were quod sche a very natural Fole
To suffer me departe of thy lewdnes:
Thow owthtys of right to complaine and make dole,
And in thy hert have grete hevenes,
That thow hast lost so passyng grete riches:
Wych myght suffice by valew in rekeyng
To pay the raunsom of a myghty Kyng.
Ther ys a Stone wych ys called Jagownce,
Of olde engendered within myne entrayle:
Wych of fyne Golde poyseth a grete unce;
Setryne of Colors lyke Garnetis of entayle,
Wych makyth men victorius in batayle;
And who that bereth on hym thys Stone,
Ys ful asured ageyne hys mortal Fone.
Who that hath thys in poscession,
Schal suffer no Povert ne non Indygens:
But of Tresour have plente and foyson,
And every Man schal don hym reverence,
And non Enemy schal don hym non offence;
But fro thi hondes now that I am gone,
Pleyne gyf thow wilt for thy parte ys none.
As y the abrayde her before,
Of a stone now that I had:
The wych now thow hast forlore;
Be alle reson thow schuldys ben sad,
And in thi hert nothyng glad:
Now Chorle y the tel in my device,
I was eyred and bred in swite Paradyce.
Now mo namys y schal the tel,
Of my stone that y cal Jagownce:
And of hys vertuis with hys smel;
That ben so swete and so odeferus,
Wyth Ennock and Ely hath be my servis:
My swete songe that sowndeth so scherpe,
Wyth Angelles voyse that passeth eny harpe.
The nigrum deamond that ys in Morienis sees
And the white Charbonkkel that rolleth in wave;
The setryne Reby of ryche degrees:
That passeth the stonys of comen sawe,
In the Lapidery ys grown by olde lawe;
He passeth all stonys that ys under hevyn,
After the cowrse of kynde by the Planets sevyn.
Hyt ys for none Chorle to have schuch tresour,
That exsedeth alle Stonys in the lapidery:
And of alle vertuis he bereth the flowr,
Wyth all joy and grace yt maketh man mery,
That in thys worlde schal never byn sory;
Now very Chorle thow passeth thy gras,
Y am at my leberte even as I was.
As Clerkys fyndeth in the Bybell,
At Paradys yatis whan he was cast;
By an Angel both fayr and styll,
A downe Kyng Elysawnder ther I threst,
And of all stonys yt was y lest;
Soche stonys in place few ben y brought,
Soroful ys the Chorle and hevy in hys thowte.
Now more Chorle yt tel y can,
And thow wolt to me take hede:
The Byrde of Ermes ys my name,
In all the worlde that ys so wyde,
Wyth gletering of grace by every syde,
Hose me myght have in hys covertowr,
He wer rychcher than eny Emperowr.
Elysawnder the conquerowr my Ston smot downe
Upon hys helme whan hyt pyght:
No mor then a pese that ys so rownde,
Hyt was ther to no manys syght,
That leyde so pleyne the manly Knyght;
Now y tel the wyth melde Stevyn,
Thys myghty grace cam owte fro Hevyn.
Hit cawseth Love and maketh men Gracius,
And favorabel in ever mannes syght:
Hit maketh acorde of two Folks envyus;
Comforteth Sorowful and maketh hevy herts lyght,
Lyke passyng of colur Sunny bryght:
Y am a fole to tel the at onys,
Or to teche a Chorle the pryce of precious Stony [...].
Men schalle not put a precius Margareyt,
As Rubeys, Saferys, and odther Stonys ynde;
Emeraudys, nor rownde Perlys whyte,
Byfore rude Swyne that love draffe of kynde:
For a Sowe delyteth hyr as y fynde
Mor in fowle draffe hyr Pygges for to glad,
Than al the Perry that comes owte of Granad.
Heche thyng drawes to hys semblable,
Fysshes in the See, Bestys on the Stronde;
The Eyr for Fowlys ys commendabyl,
To the Plowghman for to tyll hys Londe,
And to a Chorle a Muk-forke in hys honde.
Y lese my tyme eny more to tare
To tell the bewar of the Lapidare.
That thow haddest thow getyst no more,
Thi Lyme twygges and Panters y defie;
To let me gon thow were fowle over seen,
To lese the richches only of folye:
Y am now fre to syng and to fle
VVher that my lyst: and he is a Fole at all
That goth at large, and maketh hymselfe thrall.
To here of VVisdome thi [...]neres be halfe defe,
Like a Nasse that lysteth upon an Harpe;
Thow must go pype in a Ive leffe:
Better ys to me to syng on Thornes scharpe,
Than in a Cage wyth a Chorle to carpe:
For hyt was seyd of Folkes many yere agone,
A Chorles Chorle y [...] oft wo [...] be gone.
Now Chorle y have the her tolde,
My vertuys her wyth grete experience;
Hyt were to sume man better than Golde;
To the yt ys no fructius a sentence,
A Chepys Croke to the ys better than a Launce:
Adew now Globb [...] wyth herte sore,
In Chorles clowchys com y never more.
The Chorle felt hys herte part in tweyne,
For very sorow and in sunder ryve:
Alas quod he y may wel wepe and pleyne;
As a wreche never lyke to thryve,
But for to indure in povert all my lyve:
For of foly and of wylfulnes,
Y have now lost all holy my ryches.
I was a Lorde y crye owte on Fortune,
And had grete Tresor late in my keepyng;
Wych myght have made me long to contune;
Wyth that ilke Stone to have levyd a Kyng,
Yf y had set hyt in a Ryng:
Borne it upon me y had gode y nowe,
Than schuld y no mor have gon to the plowe.
Whan the Byrds saw the Chorle thus morne,
That he was hevy of hys chere,
Sche take her flyght and agayne returne:
Toward hym and sayd as ye schal here,
O dull Chorle wisdom for to lere;
That y the taute all ys lefe byhynde,
Reysed awey and clene owte of thy meynde.
Taw tey the not thys Wysdome in sentens,
To every tale brought up of new,
Not to hastyle gyf not ther to credens;
Unto tyme thow know hit be trew,
All ys not Gold that scheweth Goldys hew:
Nor stonys all by nature as y fynde,
Byn not Saferus that schewyth colour ynde.
In thys Doctryne y lost my labour,
To teche the such Proverbys of substaunce;
Now mayst thow see thy lewd blynde error;
For all my body poysed in Balans,
Weyth not a nounce lewde ys thi remembraunce;
Yet have y mor poyse closyd in myne entrayle,
Than all my Body set for Countervayle.
All my Body weyth not an unce,
How myght y have then in me a ston:
That poyseth mor than doth a grete Jagounce:
Thy brayne ys dull thi witte almost gon,
Of hre Wysdomys thow hast lost on;
Thow schulds not after my sentence,
To every tale gefe to hastyly credence.
I badde also bewar both even and morowe,
For thynge lost by suden adventur;
Thow schulds not make to moche sorow;
Whan thow seyst thow mayst not hit recover,
Her thow faylest wych doth thy besy cure;
In the snare to catch me agayne,
Thow art a Fole thy labor ys in vayne.
In the thyrde also thow dost rave,
Y bad thow schulds in no maner wyse
Covet thyng the wych thow mayst not have,
In wych thow hast fogetyn myne empryse,
Thaty may say playnly to devyse,
Thow hast in madnes forgetyn all thre,
Notabyl Wysdomys that y taute the.
Hit wer but foly mor wyth the to carpe,
Or to teche of Wysdomys mor or lesse;
Y holde hym madde that bryngs forth hys Harpe,
Theron to teche a rode for doilyd Asse,
And mad ys he that syngyth a Fole a Masse:
And he ys most madd that doth hys besynesse,
To teche a Chorle the termys of Gentlenesse.
And semeblabilly in Apryll and in May,
Whan gentyl Byrds most make melody;
But the Cockow can syng butoo lay;
In odthir tewnys sche hath no fantesy:
Thus every thyng as Clerks do specify;
As Frute on the Trees, and Folke of every age,
Fro whense they come they have a tallage.
The Wynter tretyth of hys Welsom wyndys,
Of the gentyll Frute bostys the Gardener;
The Fysher castyth hys hokys and hys lynys,
To catche Fysshe in the fresh Revyr,
Of tyllyth of Londe tretyth the powre;
The Gentylman tretyth of Gentry,
The Chorle delytith to speke rebawdry.
Al on to a Faucon and a Kyte,▪
As good an Owle as a Popyngay;
A dunghyll Douke as deyntieth as a Snyte,
Who servys a Chorle hase many a wofull day,
Y cast me never her after mor with the play;
To fore a Chorle any more to syng,
Of Wysdome to carpe in my lyfyng.
The Folke that schall thys Fabyl se and rede,
New Forged Talys y councel them to fle
For losse of Good take not to grete hede,
Be not to Sorowfull for noon adversyte;
Covet not thyng that may not be,
And remember wher ye goan,
A Chorlys Chorle ys ofte wo begon.
Unto purpose thys Proverbe ys ful ryve,
Redde and reported by olde remembraunce:
A Chyldys Byrde, and a Chorlys Wyfe,
Hath ofte sythys soror [...] and mischaunce.
VVho hat fredom [...]ath sufficiaunce:
Better ys Fre [...]om wyth lytle in gladnes,
Than to be Chorle wyth all worldly rychches.
Go lytyl Quiar and rcommaunde me
To my Mayster wyth humbyl affeccyon,
Be sekyng hym lowly of mersy and pete
Of thys rude makyng to ha compassion:
And as towchyng thys Translacyon
Owte of the Frenshe, how so ever the Englysh be,
All thyng ys sayd under correccyon,
Wyth supportation of yowr benygnite.
FINIS.
M: S:
Imago Chauceri

Qui fuit Augsorum Ʋates ter maximus olim
Galfridus Chaucer conditur hoc Tumulo
Annum si quaeras Domini, si tempora vitae
Ecce nota subsunt, quae tibi cuncta notant.
25 Octobris 1400.
Aerumnarum requies mors.
N: Brigham hos fecit musarū nomine sumptus

Ʋaughan sculps:

1556.

THE TALE OF THE CHANONS YEOMAN.

THE PROLOGUE OF The Chanons Yeoman.

WHan ended was the Lyfe of Saint Cecyle,
Er we fully had rydden fyve myle:
Att Boughton under the blee us gan a take
A Man that clothed was in clothes blake;
And under that he had a whyte Surplyse,
His hakeny that was all pomely gryse;
So swete that itt wonder was to see;
It seemed that he had precked myles three.
The horse eke that his Yoman rode uppon,
So Swete, that vimeth migh he gon:
About the paytrell stode the fome full hye,
He was of fome as flecked as a pye:
A Male twyfolde on his croper lay;
Itt semed that he carryed letel Aray;
All fight for somer rode this worthy Man,
And in my heart wondren I began,
[Page 228] What that he was, till I understode,
How that his cloke was sewed to his hode:
For which whan I had long avysed me;
I demyd him some Chanon for to be:
His hatt hynge att his backe by a Lace,
For he had rydden more then trot or pace.
He rode aye pryckyng as he were wode,
A Clote leafe he had layd under his hode,
For Swett and for to keepe his heede from hete,
But itt was joy for to se him swete:
His foreheed dropped as a Stillatorie,
But full of Playntaine or of Peritorie:
And when he was come he gan crye,
God save (quod he) this Iolly company:
Fast have I pricked (quod he) for your sake,
Bycause that I wold you overtake,
To ryden in this mery company.
His Yoman was eke full of curtesy,
And sayd, Syrs, now in the morowe tyde,
Out of your hostrye I saw you ride,
And warned here my Lord and Soverayne,
Which that to ryden with you is full fayne:
For his disporte, he loveth dalyance.
Frede for thy warning God yeve thee good chance.
Then sayd our Host, certayne itt wold seme
Thy Lord were wyse, and so I may well deme:
He is full locunde, alsoe dare I lay,
Can he ought tell a mery Tale or tway,
With which he glad may this company?
Who Sir my Lord? ye without lye,
He can of myrthe and eke of Iolyte,
Not but ynough also Sir trusteth me;
And ye him knew also well as doe I,
[Page 229] Ye wold wonder how well and thriftely
He con the werke and that in sondry wyse;
He hath taken on him many a great Empryse:
Which were full hard for any that is here,
To bring about, but they of him itt lere.
As homely as he rideth among you,
If ye him knew itt wold ben for your prowe:
Ye nolde not forgon his aquayntaunce,
For Mochel good I dare lay in balaunce
All that I have in my possession;
He is a man of hye discression:
I warne you well he is a passing wyse man.
Wel (quod our Hoste) I pray thee tell me than,
Is he a Clerke or non? tell what he is.
A Clerke! nay greater then a Clerke I wys,
Sayd the Yoman, and in words fewe,
Hoste of his Crafte somwhat wol I shew;
I say my Lord can such a subtelte,
But of his Crafte ye may not wete of me:
And somewhat helpe I yett to his worchyng,
That all the ground that we be on rydyng,
Till we come to Canterbury Towne,
He could all cleane turne up and downe:
And pave it all of Silver and of Gold.
And when this Yoman had thus I told
Unto our Hoste, he sayd benedicite,
This thing is wonder and marvellous to me:
Sens that thy Lord is of so high prudence,
(Because of which men shold him reverence,)
That of his worship recketh he so lyte,
His overest slopp is not worth a myte;
As in effect to him so mote I go,
It is all bawdy and to tore alfoe.
[Page 230] Why is thy Lord soe slotlyche I thee pray,
And is of power better clothes to bey?
If that his dede accord with thy speech,
Tell me that and that I thee beseech.
Why (quod this Yoman) whereto aske ye me?
God helpe mee so, for he shall never ythe:
But I wol not avow that I saye,
And therefore keepe itt secrett I you praye;
He is to wyse in fay as I beleeve,
That is overdone wil not preve;
And right as Clerkes sayne itt is a vyce,
Wherefore I holde him in that leude and nyce;
For whan a man hath over greate a witte,
Full ofte it happeth him to misusen itt:
So doth my Lord, and that me greveth sore;
God amend itt, I can say you no more.
Thereof no force good Yoman (quod our Host)
Sens of the connyng of thy Lord thou wost:
Tell how he doth I pray the hertely,
Sens that he is so crafty and so sly,
Where dwellen ye if itt to tell be?
In the Subbarbes of a Towne (quod he)
Lurkeyng in hernes and in lanes blynde,
Where these Robbers, and Theeves by kynde
Holden her privy fearefull residence,
As they that dare not shewen her presence;
Soe fare we if that I shall say the sothe,
Yett (quod our Hoste) lett me talke tothe.
Why art thou soe discolored in thy face?
Peter (quod he) God yeve itt hard grace;
I am so used in the hott fyre to blowe,
That itt hath changed my colour as I trow:
I am not wonte in no mirrour to prye,
[Page 231] But swynke sore and lerne to Multiplye.
We blondren ever and pooren in the fyre,
And for all that we faylen of our desyre:
For ever we lacken our conclusion,
To moche folke we do illusion:
And borrowe Golde be itt a pound or two,
Or ten or twelve or many somes mo,
And make hem wene at the leste way,
That of a pound we coulde make tway;
Yett is itt false, and ay have we good hope
Itt for to done, and after it we grope.
But that Science is so ferre us by forne,
We mowe not all though we had itt sworne
Itt overtake, itt flytte away soe faste,
Itt wol us make Beggers at the laste.
Whiles this Yeman was thus in his talking
This Chanon drew him nere and herde all thing
Which this Yeman spake, for suspection
Of mennes speche ever had this Chanon:
For Cato saythe, he that giltye is,
Deemeth all thing be speke of him Iwys:
Bycause of that he gan so nyghe to draw,
To his Yeman to herken all his saw;
And thus he sayd unto his Yeman tho,
Holde nowe thy peace and speke no words mo,
For if thou dee, thou shalt it sore abye,
Thou standerest me here in this Companye:
And eke discoverest that thou sholdest hyde.
Ye (quod our Hoste) tell on what soever betyde,
Of all his thretynge recke the not a myte.
In fayth (quod he) no more doe I but lyte.
And whan this Chanon saw itt wolde not be,
But his Yeman wolde tel his privyte,
[Page 232] He fledde away for very sorrow and shame.
A (quod the Yeman) here shall ryse a game,
All that I can anon woll I you tell,
Sens he is gone the foule Fend him quell;
For never hereafter wol I with him mete,
For penny ne for pounde I you behete;
He that me brought first unto that game,
Er that he dye sorrowe have he and shame;
For it is ernest to me by my faith,
That fele I well whatsoe any man saith:
And yett for all my smerte and all my greife,
For all my sorrowe, labour and mischeife,
I couthe never leave it in noe wyse:
Now wolde God my witt might suffyse,
To tellen all that longeth to that Arte.
But nathelesse, yet wol I tell you a parte:
Sens that my Lord is gon I wol not spare;
Such thyng as I know I wol declare.
Here endeth the Prologue of the Chanons Yeoman, and here followeth his Tale.

THE TALE OF The Chanons Yeoman.

WIth this Chanon I dwelt seaven yere,
And of this Science am I never the nere:
All that I had I have lost thereby,
And God wotte soe hath many moe then I,
There I was wonte to be right, fresh and gay,
Of clothing and eke of other good aray;
Now may I weare an hose uppon myne heed:
And where my colour was both fresh and reed,
Now itt is wanne and of a leaden hewe,
Whoe soe itt useth, sore shall him rewe.
And of my swynke yett blered in myne Eye,
Lo which avauntage itt is to Multiply:
That slyding Science hath me made so bare,
That I have noe good where that ever I fare:
And yett I am indetted so thereby,
Of Gold, that I have borrowed truly,
That while I live I shall itt quitt never,
Let every man beware by me ever;
What manner man that casteth him thereto,
If he contynue I hold his thrifte I do:
So helpe me God thereby shall he never wyn,
But empte his purse and make his witts thyn;
And whan he thorow his madnesse and folye,
Hath lost his owne good through Jeopardye:
Than he exiteth other men thereto,
[Page 234] To lese her good as himselfe hath do;
For unto shrewes joy it is and ese,
To have her fellowes in paine and disese;
For thus was I ones served of a Clerke;
Of that noe charge, I wol speke of our werke.
When we be there as we shall exercise
Our elvish Craft, we semen wonder wise.
Our termes ben so Clergiall and so quaynte,
I blow the fyre tyll myn hearte faynte.
What shold I tell each proportion
Of things which we werchen uppon?
As on fyve or syxe unces, may well be
Of Silver or of some other quantite;
And besye me to tellen you the names,
Of Orpiment, brent Bones, Yron squames;
That into powder grounden ben full small,
And in an Erthen pott how putt is all:
And salt y put in and also pepere,
Before these powdres that I speke of here:
And well y covered with a lompe of Glasse,
And of moch other thing that there was.
And of the potts and glass englutyng,
That of the ayre might passe out nothing;
And of the easy fyre and smerte alsoe,
Which that was made, and of the care and wo
That we had in our matters Sublymeing,
And in Amalgamyng and Calsenyng:
Of Quicksilver icleped Mercurye rude,
For all our sleight we conne not conclude.
Our Orpyment and Suolymed Mercury;
Our grounde Litarge eke on the porphirye:
Of eche of these unces a certayne
Not helpeth us, our labour is in vayne;
[Page 235] Ne eke our Spyrites assnecioun,
Ne yet our matters, that lyen al syxe adoun:
Mowe in our werkyng nothing avayle,
For lost is our laboure and our travayle.
And all the Coste, a twenty dyvel away,
Is lost alsoe which we uppon itt lay.
There is alsoe full many another thing,
That is to our Craft apertaynyng:
Though I by ordre hem [...]ne reherce can,
Bycause that I am a leud man.
Yet wol I tellen hem as they come to mynde,
Though I ne can sette hem in her kynde,
As bole Armonyake, Verdegreece, Boras,
And sondry Vessles made of Erth and Glas.
Our Urynalls and our Discensories,
Vyols, Crosseletts and Sublimatories:
Concurbytes and Alembykes eke,
And other such dere ynough a leke:
It needeth not to reherce them all,
Waters rubyfyeng and Boles, Gall;
Arsneke, Sal Armonyake and Brymstone,
And herbes could I tell eke many one:
As Egrimonye, Valeryan, and Lunarye,
And other such if that me liste to tarye;
Our Lampes brennyng both night and day,
To bringen about our Crafte if that we may;
Our Fournyce eke of Calcination,
And of our Waters Albifycation.
Unsleked Lyme, Chalke, and glere of an Eye,
Poudres divers, Ashes, Dong, Pisse, and Cley:
Sered pokettes, salt Peter, and Vitriole,
And divers fyres made of wood and cole;
Sal Tartre, Alkaly, and Sal preparate,
[Page 236] And combust matters, and coagulate,
Cley made with horse donge, mans heere and Oyle,
Of Tartre, Alym, Glas, Berme, Worte and Argoyle:
Resalgor and other maters enbybyng,
And eke of our Maters encorporing;
And of our Silver Citrynacion,
Our Cementyng, and eke Fermentacyon;
Our Ingottes, Testes and many mo.
I wol you tel as was me taught also,
The fowre Spyrites and the bodies seven,
By order as oft I herd my lord nemene.
The first Spyrite Quicksilver cleped is,
The second Orpyment, the third I wis
Armonyake, the fourth Brimstone.
The Bodyes seven eke lo here hem anone,
Sol Gold is, and Luna Sylver we threpe,
Mars, Iron, Mercury, Quicksilver we clepe:
Saturnus Lede, and Iupiter is Tynne,
And Venus Copper, by my father kynne.
This cursed Crafte whoe soe wol exercyse,
He shall noe good have that may him suffyse;
For all the good he spendeth thereaboute,
He lese shall thereof have I no doute;
Whoso that lysten to utter his solye,
Let him com forth and lerne to Multiplye:
And every man that hath ought in his cofer,
Let him apere and wexe a Philosopher:
Askaunce that Crafte is so light for to lere;
Nay God wot all be he Monke or Frere,
Preist, or Chanon, or any other wight,
Though he sytte at hys boke both day and might;
In lernyng of this Elvysh nyce lore,
All is in vayne, and parde moche more;
[Page 237] Is to lere a leude man this subtelte,
Fye speke not thereof, itt wol not be;
Al coulde he lettrure or coulde he none,
As in effect he shall fynd itt all one;
For bothe two by my Salvacyon
Concluden in Multyplycacyon:
Ilyche well whan they have al ydo,
This is to sayen, they faylen both two.
Yet forgate I moche rehersayle,
Of waters Corosyfe and lymayle:
And of Bodyes molifycacion,
And also of her Induration:
Oyles, Ablucyons, Mettall fusyble
To tellen you all, wolde passe any Byble:
That O where is, wherefore as for the best
Of all these names nowe woll I rest.
For as I trowe I have you told ynowe
To reyse a Fende, al loke he never so rowe.
A nay let be the Philosphers Stone;
Alixer cleped, we seken faste echeone,
For had we him, than were we syker ynowe:
But unto God of Heaven I make a vowe,
For al our crafte whan that we han al ydo,
And all our sleyght, he wol not come us to;
He hath made us spend moche goode,
For sorrow of which almost we wexen wode;
But that good hope crepeth in our herte,
Supposyng ever though we sore smerte,
To ben releved by him afterwarde,
Supposyng, and hope is sharpe and harde;
I warne you wel it is to syken ever,
That future temps hath made men discever,
In trust therof, all that ever they had,
[Page 238] Yet of that Arte, they could not waxe sad;
For unto him itt is a bytter swete,
So semeth itt, for ne had they but a shete:
Which that they might wrappen hem in a night,
And a bratte to walken in a day light;
They wolden hem sel and spend it on this Crafte,
They conne not stynte, tyl nothing be lafte;
And evermore where that ever they gone,
Men may hem ken by smell of Brimstone:
For al the world they stynken as a Gote,
Her Savour is so rammish and so hote:
That though a man a myle from him be,
The savour wol infecte him trusteth me.
Lo thus by smelling and by threde-bare aray,
If that men list this folke know they may:
And if a man wol aske him prively,
Why they be clothed so unthriftely:
Right anon they wil rowne in his ere,
And sayne if that they aspyed were,
Men wold hem slee bycause of her Science,
Lo thus these folke betrayen innocence.
Passe over this I goe my tale unto,
Ere that the pott be on the fyre ydo:
Of Metalls with a certayne quantyte,
My Lord hem tempreth and no man but he:
Now he is gon I dare say boldly,
For as men sayne, he can done craftely;
Algate I wotte wel he hath such a name,
And yet full oft he renneth in the blame,
And wotte ye how full oft itt happeth so,
The potte to breaketh and farewel all is go.
These Mettalls ben of soe greate violence,
Our walls may not make hem resystence;
[Page 239] But if they were wrought of lyme and stone,
They percen soe and through the wall they gone;
And some of them synken into the ground,
Thus have we lost by tymes many a pound:
And some are scattered all the floore aboute,
Some lepen into the rofe withouten doute:
Tho that the fende not in our syght him shewe,
I trow that he with us be, that ilke shrewe:
In hell where that he is Lord and syre,
Ne is there no more wo, ne angre, ne yre:
When that our potte is broke as I have said,
Every man chyte and holte him yvell apayde.
Some sayd itt was long of the Fyre makeing,
Some sayd nay, it was on the blowing:
Than was I ferd, for that was myn offyce,
Straw (quod the third) ye ben lewde and nyce;
It was not tempered as it ought to bee,
Nay (quod the fourthe) stynte and herken me:
Bycause our fyre was not made of beche
That is the cause, and none other so teche;
I can not tell whereon itt is alonge,
But well I wotte greate strife is us among.
What (quod my lord) ther nys no more to done,
Of these perill I will beware ofte soone;
I am right Syker that the potte was crased,
Be as be may, be ye not amased;
As usage is, let swepe the floore as swythe,
Plucke up your heart and be glad and blythe.
The Mullocke on an heape yswepte was,
And on the floore cast a Canvas;
And all this Mullocke in a syve y throwe,
And ysyfted and yplucked many a throwe.
Parde (quod one) somewhat of our Mettall;
[Page 240] Yet is there here though we have not all;
And though this thyng mishapped hath as now,
Another tyme it may ben wel ynowe;
We mote put our good in aventure,
A Marchant parde may not aye endure;
Trusteth me wel in his prosperyte,
Sometyme his good is drowned in the see:
And sometyme it cometh safe unto the londe.
Peace (quod my lord) the next tyme I wol fonde,
To bring our Crafte all in another plyte,
And but I doe Syrs lett me have the wyte:
There was default in somewhat wel I wote.
Another sayd the Fyre was over hote.
But be it hotte or colde I dare say this,
That we concluden evermore amys:
We faylen of that which we wolde have,
And in our madnesse evermore we crave;
And whan we be togyther everychon,
Every man semeth as wyse as Solomon,
But all thing which that shyneth as the Golde,
Is not Golde as I have here tolde:
Ne every Apple that is faire at Eye,
Nys not good what so men clappe or cry.
Right soe itt fareth among us;
He that semeth the wysest by Iesus
Is most foole when it cometh to the prefe,
And he that semeth truest is a Theefe:
That shall ye know er that I from you wende,
By that I of my Tale have made an end.
There was a Chanon of Religyoun
Amonge us, wolde enfect all a Towne,
Rome, Alysaundere, Troy, and other thre,
[Page 241] His sleyght and his infynyte falsenesse,
There couthe no man written as I gesse;
Though that he might lyve a thousand yere
In all this worlde of falsenesse nye his pere:
For in his termes he wol him so wynde,
And kepe his words in so slye a kynde,
Whan he comen shall with any wight,
That he wol make him dote anon right.
But it a feude be as himselfe is,
Full many a man hath he begysed er this;
And mo wol, if that he may lyve a whyle,
And yet men ryden and gone full many a myle
Him for to seeke and have acquayntaunce,
Not knowing of his false governaunce:
And if ye luste to give me audience,
I wol it tellen here in your presence.
But worshipfull Chanons relygyouse,
Ne demeth not that I sclaunder your house;
Although my tale of a Chanon be,
Of every ordre some shrewe is parde:
And God forbid that al a Companye
Shoulde rue a syngle mannes folye.
To slaunder you is not myn entente,
But to correct that mysse is mente;
This tale was not only told for you,
But eke for other moe ye wotte wel howe;
That among Christs Apostles twelve,
There was no traytour but Iudas himselve:
Then why shoulde the remenant have blame
That gyltlesse were? by you I say the same:
Save only this, if you wol herken me;
If any Judas in your Cov [...] be,
Remeveth him betyme I you rede,
[Page 242] If shame or losse may causen any drede,
And be nothing displesed I you pray,
But in this case herkenneth what I say.
In LONDON was a Preest annuellere,
That therin had dwelt many a yere,
Which was soe plesaunt and so servysable
Unto the Wyfe, where he was att table;
That she wolde suffer him nothing to pay
For borde, ne clothing, went he never so gay;
And spending Sylver had he right ynowe,
There of no force I wol proceed as nowe:
And tell forth my tale of the Chanon,
That brought this Preest to confusyon.
This false Chanon came uppon a daye
Unto this Preests chamber where he laye,
Beseechyng him to leve him a certayne
Of Gold, and he wolde quyte him agen:
Leveth me a Marke (quod he) but dayes thre,
And att my day I wol quyte itt the;
And if it so be, that thou fynde me false,
Another day hang me by the halse.
This Preest toke him a Marke and that swyth,
And this Chanon him thanked oft syth;
And toke his leve, and went forth his wey,
And att his third day brought his money.
And to this Preest he toke this Gold ayen,
Whereof this Preest was gladde and fayn.
Certes (quod he) nothing anoyeth me
To lend a man a Noble, two or thre;
Or what thing were in my possession,
Whan he soe true is of Condition:
That in no wyse he breke wol his day,
To such a man I can never say nay.
What (quod this Chanon) sholde I be untrewe,
Nay! that were a thyng salsen of newe,
Trouthe is a thyng that wol ever I kepe
Unto the day, in which I shall crepe
Into my Grave, or els God forbede:
Beleveth this as syker as your Crede:
God thanke I and in good tyme be it sayd,
That there was never man yett yvel apayd;
For Gold ne Sylver that he to me lent,
Ne never falsehede in myn herte I ment.
And Sir (quod he) now of my privyte,
Sens ye so goodlych have ben to me;
And kythe to me so great gentlenesse,
Somwhat to quyte with your kyndnesse;
I wol you shewe if ye wol it lere,
(I shall it shewe to you anon right here)
How I can werche in Phylosophye:
Taketh good hede ye shall it se with your Eye,
That I woll done a Maistrye or I goe.
Ye Sir (quod the Preest) and wol ye so?
Marye thereof I pray you hertely.
Att your Commandement Sir truly,
(Quod the Chanon) and els God forbede,
Lo how this thefe con the his servyce bede.
Ful sothe itt is that such profered servyse
Stynketh, as wittnesseth the olde wyse:
And that ful sone I wol it verefye,
In this Chanon rote of all trechery,
That evermore delyte hath and gladnesse:
Such fendly thoughts in his herte empresse,
How Christs people he may to mischiefe bring,
God kepe us from his false dissymuling.
What wyst this Preest with whom that he delte,
[Page 244] Ne of his harme comyng nothing he felte.
O sely Preest, O sely Innocente.
With Covetyse anon thou shalt be blente▪
O gracelesse ful blynde is thy conceyte,
Nothyng arte thou ware of his deceyte.
Which that this foxe hath shapen to the,
His wylye wrenches thou mayst not flo.
Wherefore to goe to thy Conclusyon,
That referreth to thy confusyon:
Unhappy man anon I wol me hye,
To tell thyn unwitte ne thy folye:
And eke the falsenesse of that other wretche,
As fer forthe as my connyng wol stretche.
This Chanon was my Lord ye wold wene,
Syr hoste in fayth and by the heven Quene:
It was another Chanon and not he,
That can an hundredfold more subtelte:
He hath betrayed folke many a tyme,
Of his falsenesse it doleth me to ryme;
Ever whan I speke of his falseheed,
For shame of him my chekes waxen reed:
Algates they begennen for to glowe,
For rednesse have I non right well I knowe
In my visage, for fumes dyverce▪
Of Metalls which ye have herde me reherce,
Consumed and wasted hath my rednesse,
Now take heed of this Chanons Cursednesse.
Syr (quod he) to the Preest, set your Man gon,
For Quicksilver that we it had anon;
And lett him bring unces two or thre,
And whan he cometh as faste shul ye se
A wonder thyng which ye saw never er this;
Syr (quod the Preest) itt shalbe done iwys:
[Page 245] He badd his servaunte fetch him this thyng,
And he already was att his bydding;
And went him forth and came anon agayne
With this Quicksylver shortly for to sayne:
And toke these unces there to the Chanoun,
And he hem sayd well and fayre adoun:
And bade the servaunt Coles for to bryng,
That he anon might go to his werkyng.
The Coles right anon were yfet,
And this Chanon toke out a Crosselett
Of his bosome, and shewed it to the Preest:
This Instrument (quod he) which that thou feest
Take in thy hond, and put thy selfe therein
Of this Quicksylver an unce and begyn
In the name of Chist to wexe a Philosopher,
There be ful fewe which I wolde it profer;
To shewe him this moche of my Science,
For here shul ye se by experience,
That this Quicksylver I wol mortifye
Right in your syght anon withouten lye,
And make it as good Sylver and as fyne,
As there is any in your purse or myne,
Or elsewhere, and make it malliable,
Or els hold me false and unstable;
Amonges folke ever to appere.
I have a poudre that cost me deere,
Shall make all good, for it is cause of all
My connyng, which I you shewe shall;
Voydeth your Man, and let him be therout,
And shette the dore, whyles we ben about
Our privetie, that no man us espy,
Whyles that we Werken in our Philosophye.
Al as he bade fulfylled was indede:
[Page 246] This ylke servant anon out yede,
And his Maister shette the dore anon,
And to her labour spedily they gone.
This Preest at this cursed Chanons byddyng,
Uppon the fyre anon set this thyng;
And blewe the fyre and besyed him ful faste,
And this Chanon into this croslet caste
A pouder, I not wherof it was,
Ymade either of Chalke, Erthe, or Glasse
Or somwhat els, was not worthe a fly,
To blynde with this Preest, and bade him hye
These Coles for to couchen al above
The Crosslet for in token that I the love;
(Quod this Chanon) thyn hondes two,
Shal werke al thing that here shalbe do;
Graunt mercy (quod the Preest) and was ful glad,
And couched coles as the Chanon bad.
And whyle he besy was, this fendely wretch,
This false Chanon, the foule fende him fetche;
Out of his bosome toke a bechen cole,
In which ful subtelly was made an hole,
And therein was put of Sylver lymayle,
An unce, and stopped was without fayle,
The hole with waxe to kepe the Limayle in.
And understandeth that this false gyn
Was not made there, but it was made byfore;
And other thynges that I shall you tell more
Herafter, that whiche he with him brought,
Er he came there to begyle him he thought:
And so he did er they went a twynne
Till he had turned him, coulde he not blynne,
It dulleth me whan that I of him speke,
On his false hede fayne wolde I me wreke,
[Page 247] If I wyste how, but he is here and there,
He is so varyaunt he bydeth no where.
But taketh heed Syrs nowe for Godds love,
He toke his Cole of which I spake above,
And in his honde he bare it prively,
And whyles the Preest couched besily
The Coles, as I told you er this,
This Chanon sayd, Frende ye done amys:
This is not couched as it ought to be;
But sone I shall amend it (quod he)
Nowe let me medle therwith but a whyle,
For of you have I pyte by Saint Gyle:
Ye ben right hotte, I se wel how ye swete,
Have here a clothe and wype away the wete:
And while the Preest him wyped hace,
This Chanon toke the Cole, I shrewe his face:
And layd it aboven uppon the mydwarde
Of the Croslet, and blewe wel afterwarde,
Till that the Coles gonne faste brenne.
Nowe yeve us drinke (quod this Chanon) then,
As swythe al shall be wel I undertake,
Sytte we downe and let us mery make;
And whan this Chanons bechen Cole
Was brent, al the Limayle out of the hole
Into the Croslet anon fell adoun,
And soe it must needes by resoun,
Sens it so even above couched was,
But thereof wyste the Preest nothing alas:
He demed all the coles lyche goode,
For of the sleyght nothing he understoode.
And whan this Alkamistre sawe his tyme,
Ryseth up Syr Preest (quod he) and stondeth byme;
And for I wott well yngot have I none:
[Page 248] Gothe walketh forth and brynge a chalke stone,
For I wol make it of the same shappe,
That an yngott is if I may have happe;
And bring eke with you a bolle or a panne
Full of water, and you shall se thanne,
How that our besynesse shall happe and preve,
And yet for ye shall have no misbyleve,
Ne wronge conceyte of me in your absence,
I wol not ben out of your presence:
But goe with you and come with yon agayne.
The Chamber dore shortly to sayne,
They opened and shette and went forth her wey,
And forthe with him they carryed the key;
And comen agen withouten any delay,
What shulde I tarry all the long day?
He toke the Chalke and shope it in the wyse
Of an yngot as I shall you devyse.
I say he toke out of his owne sleve
A teyne of Sylver, yvel mote he cheve;
Which that was but an unce of weight,
And taketh heed now of his cursed sleight,
He shope his yngot in lenght and in brede
Of the teyne withouten any drede,
So slily that the Preest it not aspyde,
And in his sleve agayne he gan it hyde;
And from the fyre toke up his Mattere,
And into the yngot it put with mery chere:
And into the water-vessele he it caste
Whan that him list, and bade the Preest as faste
Looke what there is put in thyn honde, and grope,
Thou shalt finde there Sylver as I hope;
What dyvel of hell shulde it els be?
Shaving of Sylver, Sylver is parde.
He put in his honde and toke up a Teyne
Of Silver fyne, and glad in every veyne
Was this Preest, whan he saw itt was so,
Gods blessynge and his Mothers also:
And al hallowes have ye Sir Chanon
Sayd this Preest, and I her Malyson.
But and ye vouchsafe to teche me
This noble Crafte, and this subtelte;
I wol be yours in al that ever I may.
Quod the Chanon yet woll I make assay
The seconde tyme, that ye mowe take heede,
And ben expert of this and in your neede
Another day assay in myn absence,
This Disciplyne and this crafty Science.
Lette take onother ounce (quod he) tho
Of Quicksylver withouten words mo,
And don therwith as I have don er this,
With that other which that nowe silver is.
This Preest him besyeth in all that he can,
To don as this Chanon this cursed man
Commanded him, and fast blew the fyre
For to come to the effect of his desyre;
And this Chanon right in the meane while,
All redy was, this Preest efte to begyle;
And for a Countenance in his honde bare
An holow sticke, take keepe and beware;
In thend of which an unce and no more
Of Sylver Lymayle putte was, as before,
Was in his cole, and stopped with wexe wele,
For to kepen in his Lymaile every dele.
And whiles this Preest was in his besynesse
This Chanon with his sticke gan him dresse
To him anon, and his poudre cast in,
[Page 250] As he did erst, the Dyvell out of his skyn
Him torne, I pray to God for his falshede,
For he was ever false in thought and dede:
And with his sticke above the Crosslette,
That was ordeyned with that false iette,
He styreth the coles tyl all relent gan
The waxe agayne the fyre, as every man,
But he a foole be, wote wel it mote nede,
And al that in the hole was out yede:
And into the crosslette hastely it fell.
The Preest supposed nothing but well,
But besyed him fast and was wonder fayne,
Supposing nought but trouthe, soth to sayne:
He was so gladd that I cannot expresse,
In no manere his mirth and his gladnesse;
And to the Chanon he profered eft soone
Body and good: ye (quod the Chanon) anone,
Though I be poore, crafty thou shalt me fynde,
I warne the yet is there more behynde,
Is there any Copper here within sayd he?
Ye Sir (quod the Preest) I trowe there be.
Els go bye some and that aswythe.
Nowe good Sir go forth thy way and hythe.
He went his way and with the Coper he came,
And this Chanon in his honde it name;
And of that Coper wayed out but an unce,
All to symple is my tonge to pronounce:
As to ministre by my wytte the doublenesse
Of this Chanon, roote of all cursydnesse:
He semed freindly to hem that knew him nought.
But he was fendly both in werke and thought,
It weryeth me to tell of his falsenesse
And nathlesse, yet wol I it expresse,
[Page 251] To the entent that men may beware thereby,
And for none other cause truly.
He put this unce of Coper into the Crosslett,
And on the fyre as swythe he hath it sett;
And cast in pouder, and made the Preest to blowe,
And in his workeing for to stoupe lowe:
As he did erste, and all nas but a jape,
Right as him lyste, the Preest he made his Ape;
And afterward in the yngot he it caste,
And in the panne put it at the laste
Of water, and in he put his owne honde,
And in his sleve, as ye by forehonde
Herd me tell, he had a Sylver Teyne,
He slily toke it out, this cursed heyne,
Unwetyng this Preest of his false crafte,
And in the pannes botome he hath it lafte,
And in the water rombleth to and fro:
And wonder prively toke up also
The coper Teyne, not knowing this Preest,
And hydde itt, and hent him by the brest;
And to him spake, and thus sayd in his game,
Stoupeth adowne, by God ye be to blame,
Helpeth me nowe, as I did you whylere:
Put in your honde, and loketh what is there.
This Preest toke up this Sylver Teyne anone,
And then said the Chanon, lette us gon
With these thre Teynes which we han wrought
To some Goldsmythe, and wete if it be ought:
For by my faith, I nolde for my hoode,
But if it were Sylver fyne and goode,
And that as swythe wellproved shalbe.
Unto the Goldsmythe with these Teynes three,
They went and put them in assaye,
To fyre and hammer, might no man say nay,
But they were as them ought for to be.
This sotted Preest who was gladder then he,
Was never Byrd gladder agenst the day,
Ne Nightyngale agenst the ceason of May,
Was never none, that lyst better to synge,
Ne Lady lustier in Carolyng:
And for to speke of love and woman hede,
Ne Knight in armes to done a herdy dede,
To stonden in grace of his Lady dere,
Then had this Preest this crafte to lere,
And to the Chanon, thus he spake and sayd
For the love of God, that for us all deyd,
And as I may deserve it unto yow,
What shall this receite cost, telleth me nowe?
By our Lady (quod this Chanon) it is dere,
I warne you well, save I and a Frere:
In ENGLAND there can no man it make.
No force (quod he) nowe Sir for Gods sake,
What shall I pay? tell me I you pray.
I wys (quod he) it is ful dere I say.
Syr at one word if that ye lyst it have,
Ye shall pay fortye pound, so God me save:
And nere the freindshyp that ye did er this
To me, ye shulden pay more y wys.
This Preest the some of forty pounde anon
Of Nobles fette, and told hem everychon
To this Chanon for this ilke receyte,
All his worchyng was fraude and deceyte.
Syr Preest he said; I kepe for to have no loos
Of my craft, for I wold itt were kept cloos:
And as ye love me kepeth it secre,
For and men knowe all my Subtelte,
[Page 253] By God men wolde have soe greate envye
To me by cause of my Phylosophye:
I shulde be deed, ther were none other way.
God it forbid (quod the Preest) what ye say:
Yet had I lever spend all the good,
Which that I have, or els waxe I wood
Than that ye shoulde fallen in such mischeife:
For your good wyll have ye right good prefe,
(Quod the Chanon) and farewell graunt mercy:
He went his way, and never the Preest him sey
After that day: And whan that this Preest sholde
Maken assay at such tyme as he wolde,
Of this receyte, farwell it nold not be:
Lo thus bejaped and begyled was he.
Thus maketh he his Introduction,
To bringe folke to her distruction.
Consydereth Sirs, howe in eche estate:
Betwixt Men and Gold is debate,
Soe fer forthe, that unneths there is none,
This Multiplyeng blyndeth so many one;
That in good fayth, I trowe that it be
The greatest cause of such scarsyte:
These Phylosophers speken so mistily,
In this Crafte, that men cannot come thereby,
For any witte that men have nowe adayes,
They may well chattre and jangle as doth the Jayes:
And in her termes sett her luste and payne,
But to her purpose shall they never attaine;
A man may lightly lerne if he have ought,
To Multiply and bring his good to nought:
Lo such a Lucre is in this lusty game,
A mans myrthe it wol turne all to grame:
And emptien also greate and hevy purses,
[Page 254] And maken folke to purchase curses:
Of hem that han alsoe her good ylent.
O fye for shame, they that han be brente:
Alas cannot they fly the fyres hete,
Ye that it usen, I rede that ye it lete:
Lest ye lesen al, for bet then never is late,
Never to thryve were to long a date,
Though that ye prolle aye ye shall it never fynde,
Ye ben as bold as is Bayarde the blynde;
That blondereth forth, and perill casteth none;
He is as bolde to renne agenst a stone,
As for to go besyde in the way;
So faren ye that multiplyen I say;
If that your Eyen can not sene aright,
Loketh that your Mynde lacke not his sight;
For though ye loke never soe brode and stare,
Ye shall not wynne a myte in that chaffare:
But waste all that ye may repe and renne,
Withdrawe the fyre least it to fast brenne:
Medleth with that Arte noe more I mene;
For yf ye done your thrifte is gone full cleane.
And right as swythe I woll you tellen here,
What that the Phylosophers sayne in this mattere.
Lo thus saith Arnolde of the newe toune,
As his Rosarye maketh mencioune:
He sayth right thus withouten any lye,
There may noe man Mercury mortifye;
But if it be with his brothers knowlegyng;
Lo how that he which firste sayd this thyng
Of Phylosophers father was, Hermes.
He saythe how that the Dragon doutlesse
Ne dyeth not, but if he be slayne
With his brother: and this is for to sayne,
[Page 255] By the Dragon Mercurye and none other,
He understood that Brimstone was his brother.
That out of Sol and Luna were ydrawe,
And therefore sayd he, take heed to my sawe.
Let no man besye him this Arte for to seche,
But he that the Entention and speche
Of Phylosophers understonde can,
And if he do he is a leud man:
For this Science, and this connyng (quod he)
Is of the Secre, of the Secres parde.
Alsoe there was a Disciple of Plato,
That on a tyme sayd his Maister to:
As his booke Senior wol bere wytnesse,
And this was his demaunde in sothfastnesse.
Tell me the name of the privy Stone?
And Plato answered unto him anone,
Take the Stone that Tytanos men name.
Which is that (quod he?) Magnatia is the same,
Said Plato: ye Sir, and is it thus?
This is ignotum per ignotius:
What is Magnatia good Sir I you pray?
It is a Water that is made I say
Of Elements foure (quod Plato)
Tell me the Rocke good Sir (quod he tho)
Of that Water, if it be your wyll.
Nay nay (quod Plato) certayne that I nyll,
The Philosophers were y sworne echone,
That they shulde discover it unto none;
Ne in no Boke it write in no manere,
For unto Christ it is so lefe and dere,
That he wol not that it discovered be,
But where it liketh to his deite;
Man to enspyre and eke for to defende,
[Page 256] Whan that him lyketh, lo this is his ende.
Then conclude I thus, sens the God of heaven,
Ne wyl not that the Phylosophers nemen:
Howe that a Man shall come unto this Stone,
I rede as for the best, lett itt gone;
For who so maketh God his adversary,
As for to werche any thing in contrary:
Unto his will, certes never shall he thrive;
Though that he Multiplye terme of his live,
And there a poynte: for ended is my Tale,
God send every true man Bote of his bale.

THE WORKE OF JOHN DASTIN.

NOt yet full sleping, nor yet full waking,
But betweene twayne lying in a traunce;
Halfe closed mine Eyne in my slumbering,
Like a Mā rapt of all cheer & countenance;
By a manner of weninge & Remembrance
Towards Aurora, ere Pheebus uprose,
I dreamed one came to me to doe me pleasaunce
That brought me a Boke with seaven seales close.
Following upon I had a wonderfull dreame,
As semed unto my inward thought,
The face of him shone as the Sun-beame:
Which unto me thys hevenly Boke brought,
Of so greate Riches that yt may not be bought,
In order set by Dame Philosophie,
The Capitall and the flowrishing wrought
By a wise Prince called Theologie.
Thys Boke was written with letters aureat,
Perpetually to be put in memory,
And to Apollo the Chapters consecrate,
And to the seaven Gods in the hevenly Consistory:
And in Mercuries litle Oratory,
Groweth all the fruite in breefe of thys Science,
Who can expresse hem and have of hem Victory,
May clayme the tryumph of his Minerall prudence.
Of this matter above betweene Starrs seaven,
By Gods and Goddesses all of one assent,
Was sent Caducifer to Erth downe form Heaven:
Saturnus as Bedell by great advisement;
For to summon a generall Parliament,
By concord of all both old and younge of age,
To say in Breife their Councell most prudent:
For Common proffit to knitt up a Marriage.
Betweene twaine Borne of the Imperiall blood,
And descended from Iupiters line,
Of their Natures most pure and most good;
Wythowte infeccion their seede is most divine:
That noe Eclips may let them for to shine,
So that Mercury doth stint all debate,
And restraine their Courage by meaknes them incline;
That of frowardnes they be not indurate.
For the Sunne that sitteth so heigh a loft,
His golden dew-droppes shall cleerely raigne downe,
By the meane of Mercury that moven first made soft:
Then there schalbe a glad Conjunccion,
Whan there is made a Seperacion:
And their two Spermes by Marriage are made one;
And the said Mercury by devision,
Hath taken his flight and from both is gone.
These be the two Mercuries cheife of Philosophers,
Revived againe with the Spirit of lyfe,
Richer then Rubies or Pearles shut in Cofeurs;
Washed and Baptized in waters vegitative,
The body dissevered with heate nutrative:
By moderate moysture of Putrefaccion;
So that there is no excesse nor no strife
Of the foure Elements in their Conjunccion.
The graine of Wheate which on the ground doth fall,
But it be dead it may not fructifie,
If it be hole the vertue doth appayle;
And in no wise it may not Multiplye,
The increase doth begin whan it doth Putrefie;
Of good Grafts commeth Fruites of good lastage;
Of Crabs Verjuyce, of Ash is made Lye,
Of good Grapes followeth a good Vintage.
Who soweth good Seede repeth good againe,
Of Cockles sowne there can grow no good Wheate,
For as such a Ploughman traveleth in vaine,
To fruitefull Land Cockle is not meete;
Gall is ever bitter, Honey is ever sweete,
Of all things contrary is fals Conneccions,
Let Male and Female together ever meete;
But both be clensed of their Complexions.
A Man of Nature ingendereth but a Man,
And every Beast ingendereth his semblable;
And as Philosophers rehearse well can,
Diana and Venus in marriage be notable,
A Horse with a Swine joyneth not in a stable,
For where is made unkindly geniture,
What followeth but things abominable?
Which is to say Monstrum in Nature.
All this I finde in the said Boke,
Brought to me when I lay a sleepe;
And of one thing good heede I toke;
The Wolf in kinde is Enemy to the Sheepe.
The Rose full divers to the wild Neepe:
For things joyned that be contrary;
Dame Nature complayning doth sit and weepe:
For falce receipts found in her Library.
And there it was so pitiously complained,
That men so err by false Opinions
That be so farr from truth away restrained,
Like as they had lost wholly their Reasons,
Not considering in their discretions;
What mischeife followeth as is oft seene,
By these false froward Conneccions:
As doth leapers with folkes that byne cleane.
Notwithstanding he that is sate so high in heaven,
Crown'd with a Crowne of bright stones cleere,
Borne there to raine as cheife chosen of seaven:
Equall with Phoebus shone in the same sphere,
Without difference as Clerkes to us leare,
Sate there most royallin his diadem:
Very Celestiall and Angelike of cheare;
And in all vertue like as he did seeme.
And in that Boke I found well by writing,
Like as the processe made mention:
How that there was once a mighty rich King,
Cleane of nature and of Complexion:
Voyde of deformity from head soe forthe downe,
Which for his beauty as it is specified,
And for his cleanes most soverayne of renowne:
Was among Planets in heaven stellefyed.
Certaine Brethren I found he had in Number,
And of one Mother they were borne every each one:
But a Sicknes did them sore cumber,
That none was whole on his feete to gone,
Hoarse of language, cleere voice had they none:
For with a scabb that was contagious,
They were infected, hole was their none;
For ever exiled because they were Leaprous.
The said King rose up in his Royall see,
Seeing this mischeife cast his Eye downe,
And of his mercy, and fraternall pittye,
Surprized in heart, full of Compassion:
And began to complaine of their Infeccion,
Alas quoth he how came this adventure,
Under what froward or false Constelacion;
Or in what howre had yee your ingendure.
But sithence this mischeife ys to you befall,
There is nothing which were more expedient,
Then to chuse one out amongst us all,
Without spott all cleere of his intent,
For you to dye by his owne assent,
To save the people from their Damnation:
And with his blood ere yo be fully shent,
To make of his mercy your remission.
The which Liquor most wholesome is and good,
Against leprous humors and false infeccions,
When from a veyne taken is the blood;
Cleansing each parte from all corrupcions,
The Originall taken from generacions:
Which is descended downe from stock royall,
Nourished with Milke of pure complexion;
With menstrous which are not superficiall.
But when the Brethren of this worthy King
Heard the Language, they fell in full great dread,
Full sore weeping and said in Complayning
That none of them was able to bleede,
Because their blood was infeccious indeede,
And of corrupt blood made is noe Sacrifice,
Wherefore alas there is noe way to speede,
That we can finde, to helpe us in any wise.
Of our Birth and of our Originall,
Cleerely and truly to make mencion;
Excuse is there none in parte nor in all;
In sin was first our concepcion:
Our bringing forth and generation,
Fulfilled was in sorrowe and wickednesse,
And our Mother in a short conclusion
With Corrupt milke us fostred in distresse.
For who may make that seede to be cleane,
That first was conceived in uncleanes,
For cancred rust may never I meane,
By noe crafte shew forth parfect brightnes:
Now let us all at once our Course addres;
And goe unto our Mother to aske by and by,
The finall cause of our Corrupt sicknes;
That she declare unto us the Cause and why.
The said Children uprose in a fury
Of wofull rage, and went by one assent
Unto their Mother that called was Mercury:
Requiring her by greate advisement,
Before her Goddesses being every one present.
To tell them truly and in noe parte to faine,
Why their nature was corrupt and shent;
That caused them evermore to weepe and complaine.
To whome the Mother full bright of face and hew,
Gave this answer remembred in Scripture,
First when I was wedded a new,
I conceived by prosses of true Nature:
A Child of seede that was most cleane and pure,
Undefiled, most orient, faire and bright,
Of all the PLANETS cheife of ingendure:
Which now in Heaven giveth so clcere a light.
Whose Complexion is most temperate,
In heate and cold and in humidity,
In Erth also that there is noe debate,
Nor noe repugnaunce by noe quallity:
Nor none occasion of none infirmity,
That among them there may be none discord,
So well proportioned every-each in his degree,
Each hower and space they be of so true accord.
Whose Nature is so imperiall,
That fire so burning doth him noe distresse:
His royall kinde is so celestiall,
Of Corrupcion he taketh no sicknesse;
Fire, Water, Air, nor Erth with his drines,
Neither of them may alter his Complexion,
He fixeth Spirits through his high noblenes;
Saveth infected bodyes from their Corrupcion.
His Heavenly helth death may not assayle,
He dreadeth noe venome, nor needeth no treacle,
Winde Tempest ne Wether against him may prevaile,
Soe high in Heaven is his Tabernacle,
In Erth he worketh many a miracle:
He cureth Lepers and fetcheth home Fugitive,
And to gouty Eyne giveth a cleere Spectacle:
Them to goe that lame were all their lief.
He is my Son and I his Mother deare,
By me conceived truly in Marriage;
As touching your Birth the sicknes doth appeare,
Of Menstruous blood brought forth in tender age,
Your Leprie is shewed in Body and in Visage,
To make your hole Medicine is no other
Drinke, nor potion to your advantage,
But the pure blood of him that is your deare Brother.
A good Shephard must dye for his Sheepe,
Without grudging to speake in words plaine,
And semblable take hereof good keepe,
Your Brother must dye and newe be borne againe,
Though he be old, be hereof well certaine;
To youth againe he must be renewd,
And suffer passion or else all were vaine,
Then rising againe right fresh and well hewd.
Old Aeson was made young by Medea,
With her drinks and with her potions,
Soe must your Brother of pure Volunta
Dyeand be young through his operation,
And that through subtile natures Confections,
By whose death plainely to expresse;
Yee shalbe purged from all infeccions:
And your foule leaprie changed to cleanes.
With the said words the King began to abrayd
The tale adverting that she had tould,
How might a Man by nature thus he said
Be borne againe, namely when he ys old?
Then said hys Mother by reason manifold:
But if the Gospell thus doth meane,
In Water and Spirit be renovate hott and cold,
That he shall never plainely come into Heaven.
The King was tristy and heavy of cheere,
Upon his Knees meekely kneeled downe,
Prayed his Father in full low manner,
To translate the Challice of hys passion,
But for he thought the redempcion
Of his brethren, might not be fulfilled,
Without his death nor their Salvation;
For them to suffer he was right willed.
And for to accomplish hys purpose in sentence,
By cleere example who so looketh right,
Heavy things from their Circumferance,
Must up assend and after be made light,
And things light ready to the flight
Must descend to the Center downe,
By interchaunging of natures might,
As they be moved by meane of Revolucion.
Soe as Iupiter in a Cloud of Gold,
Chaunged himselfe by transformacion,
And descended from hys hevenly hold
Like a Golden dewe unto Danae downe,
And she conceived as made is mencion,
By influence of hys power divine;
Right so shall Phoebus right soveraigne of renowne
To be conceived of his Golden raine decline.
And to comfort hys Brethren that were full dull,
The Sun hath chosen without warr or strife,
The bright Moone when she was at the full,
To be his Mother first, and after hys wedded wife;
In tyme of Ver the season vegetative,
In Aries when Titan doth appeare,
Inspired by grace with the Spirit of lyfe,
This marriage hallowed at midday Spheare.
And at this feast were the Godes all,
Saturne from blacknes was turned to white;
And Iupiter let his mantle fall,
Full pale and meager of greate delight,
Clothed in lylies that every maner wight,
Of Heaven and Erth, and Gods of the Sea,
Rejoyced in Heart, and were full glad and light,
To be present at this great Solemnity.
Mars forgot there hys sturdy black hardines,
Cast off his Habergeon fret with old rust;
Venus forsooke her minerall rednes,
Tooke Gold for greene and she againe also for lust,
Because she had in Phoebus such a trust,
That he should this feast hold of most noblenes:
Of brotherly pitty needs as he must,
Give her a mantle of Orientall brightnes.
After this Wedding here afore devised,
Of faire Phoebus and fresh Lucine;
Philosophers have prudently practised,
A Closset round by their wise Doctrine,
Cleere as Christall of Glasse a litle shrine;
With heavenly deawe stuffed that dungeon,
Kept night and day with glorious maidens nyne;
To keepe the Queene in her Concepcion.
Religiously they kept their Sylence,
Till that from heaven their a royall light,
And there with all in open audience;
Was heard a voyce almost at mid night,
Among the Virgins most amiable of sight,
That said unto them, to save that was forlorne;
I must againe through my imperiall myght,
Be of my Mother new conceived and borne.
I must passe by water and by Fire,
The brunt abide and there from not decline,
To save my brethren I have so greate desire,
With new light their darknes to yllumine,
But sore I dread that venomous Serpentine,
Which ever advanceth with his violence,
My tender youth to hurt and to invenome,
But in your keeping doe you your diligence.
The King thus entred in his bed royall,
The Queene conceived under a Sun bright;
Under her feete a mount like Christall,
Which had devoured her husband anon right,
Dead of desire and in the Maidens sight;
Lost all the Collour of his fresh face,
Thus was he dead, the Maidens feeble of mighr
Dispaired, flept in the same place.
The Serpent bold shed out his poyson,
The Queene and Maidens for feare tooke them to flight,
Seaven tymes assending up and downe
With in a vault, now darke, now cleere of light,
Their generation was so strong of might,
Tfter death now passeth Purgatory;
Ao Resurreccion as any Sun bright,
Things that were lost to bring to his glory.
The Queene tooke her full possession,
The Soule reviving of the dead King;
But of old hatred the toxicate poyson,
Was by the Serpent cast in to their hindring;
The Prince was buried, but of his rising,
The Btethren were glad the truth was seene,
When they were washed by his naturall clensing;
And their old Leprie by Miracle was made cleane.
The full Moone halfe shaddowed the Sun,
To putt away the burning of his light;
Black shaddowed first the skyes were so dunn,
The Ravens bill began who looketh right,
Blacker then Jett or Bugle to sight;
But l [...]tle and litle by ordinary apparance,
The temperate fire with his cherishing might
Turned all to white, but with noe violence.
Tyme to the Queene approched of Childing,
The Child of Nature was ready to fly,
Passage was there none to hys out going:
He spread hys wings and found no liberty;
Of nyne Virgins he devoured three,
The other six most excellent and faire,
Fearefull for dread in their greatest beauty,
Spread their feathers and flew forth in the Aire,
The Child coloured first Black and after White,
Having noe heate in very existence,
But by cherishing of the Sun bright,
Of forraine fire there was noe violence:
Save that men say which have experience,
He dranke such plenty of the Water of the well,
That his six sisters made noe resistance;
But would have devowred; Dasten can you tell.
Sometymes black, sometymes was he redd,
Now like ashes, now Citrine of Colour:
Now of Safforne hew, now sanguine was his head,
Now white as a lylie he shewed him in his bower,
The Moone gave nourishment to him in his labour;
And with all their force did their buisnes,
To cloath hym fresher then any flowre,
With a mantle of everlasting whitnes.

PEARCE THE BLACK MONKE upon the Elixir.

TAke Erth of Erth, Erths Moder,
And Watur of Erth yt ys no oder,
And Fier of Erth that beryth the pryse,
But of that Erth louke thow be wyse,
The trew Elixer yf thow wylt make,
Erth owte of Erth looke that thow take,
Pewer sutel faire and good,
And than take the Water of the Wood:
Cleere as Chrystall schynyng bryght:
And do hem togeder anon ryght,
Thre dayes than let hem lye,
And than depart hem pryvyly and slye,
Than schale be browght Watur schynyng,
And in that Watur ys a soule reynynge,
Invisible and hyd and unseene,
A marvelous matter yt ys to weene.
Than departe hem by dystillynge,
And you schalle see an Erth apperinge,
Hevie as metale schalle yt be;
In the wych is hyd grete prevety,
Destil that Erth in grene hewe,
Three dayes during well and trew;
And do hem in a body of glass,
In the wych never no warke was.
[Page 270] In a Furnas he must be sett,
And on hys hede a good lymbeck;
And draw fro hym a Watur clere
The wych Watur hath no peere,
And aftur macke your Fyer stronger,
And there on thy Glasse continew longer,
So schal yow se come a Fyer;
Red as blode and of grete yre,
And aftur that an Erth leue there schale,
The wych is cleped the Moder of alle;
Then into Purgatory sche must be doe,
And have the paynes that longs thereto,
Tyl sche be bryghter than the Sune,
For than thow hast the Maystrey wone;
And that schalbe wythin howres three,
The wych forsooth ys grete ferly:
Than do her in a clene Glass,
Wyth some of the Watur that hers was.
And in a Furnas do her againe,
Tyl sche have drunke her Watur certaine,
And aftur that Watur give her Blood,
That was her owne pewre and good,
And whan sche hath dranke alle her Fyer,
Sche wyll wex strong and of grete yre.
Than take yow mete and mylcke thereto,
And fede the Chylde as you schowlde do,
Tyl he be growne to hys full age,
Than schal he be of strong courage;
And tourne alle Bodies that leyfull be,
To hys owne powre and dignitye,
And this ys the makyng of owre Stone,
The trewth here ys towlde yow evereech one.
For all that taketh any other wey,
Mouch they looseth and mouch they may,
[Page 271] For trewly there ys no other way of righte,
But Body of Body and Lyghte of Lyghte,
Man of Man begottyn ys,
And Beste of Beste to hys lykenes,
Alle the fooles in the worlde seeken;
A thynge that they may never meeten,
They wolde have Metalle owte of hem,
That never was fownde by worldly men:
Ne never was fownde by Goddis myghte,
That they schould beare any such fryghte.
All Saltes and Sulphures far and nere,
I interdite hem alle in fere,
Alle Corosive waters, Blood and Hayre,
Pyss, Hornes, Wormes and Saudiver,
Alume, Atriment, alle I suspende,
Rasalger and Arsnick I defende,
Calx vive, and Calx mort hys Brother,
I suspende them both, one and other,
For of alle things I wyll no moe,
But fowre Elements in Generall I say soe,
Sun and Moone, Erth and Water;
And here ys alle that men of clatter,
Our Gold and Sylver ben no common plate,
But a sperme owte of a Bodi I take,
In the wych ys alle Sol, Lune, Lyfe and Lyghte
Water and Erth, Fyre and Fryght:
And alle commyth of one Image,
But the Water of the Wood makyth the marryage;
Therefore there ys none other waye,
But to take thee to thy Beades and praye:
For Covetous Men yt fyndyth never,
Though they seek yt once and ever,
Set not your Hearts in thys thyng,
But only to God and good lyvynge.
[Page 272] And he that wyll come thereby,
Must be meeke, and full of mercy:
Both in spyrit and in Countenannce,
Full of Chereti and good Governaunce;
And evermore full of almes deede,
Symple and pewerly hys lyf to leade:
Wyth Prayers, Pennaunces, and Piety,
And ever to God a lover be,
And alle the ryches that he ys sped,
To do God worschyppe wyth Almes deede.
In Arsenyck sublymed there ys a way streight,
Wyth Mercury calcyned nyne tymes hys weight
And grownde together with the Water of myght
That bereth ingression lyfe and lyght,
And anon as they togyther byne,
Alle runnyth to Water bryght and shene,
Upon thys Fyre they grow togethyr,
Tyll they be fast and flee no whythyr;
But than feede hem fowrth wyth thy hond,
Wyth mylke and meate tyle they be stronge,
And thow schalt have there a good Stone,
Whereof an Ounc on fowrty wyll gone:
Upon Venus or on Mercury,
Thys Medicyn wyll make thee merry.
All yow that have sowght mani a day,
Leave worke, take yowre Beades and pray,
For the longer that yow seeken,
The longer yt ys or yow meeten;
And he that now fayne would be sped,
Lysten to my Daughter Megg:
For schhe scall tell yow trewth and ryghte,
Hearken now wyth all your myght.
I am Mercury the myghty Flower,
I am most worthy of Honour;
[Page 273] I am sours of Sol, Luna, and Mars,
I am genderer of Iovis, many be my snares:
I am setler of Saturne, and sours of Venus,
I am Empresse, Pryncesse and Regall of Queenes,
I am Mother of Myrrour, and maker of lyght,
I am head and hyghest and fayrest in syght:
I am both Sun, and Moone,
I am sche that alle thynges must doone.
I have a Daughter hight Saturne that ys my darlyng,
The wych ys Mother of all werkyng,
For in my Daughter there byne hydd,
Fowre thyngs Commonly I kydd:
A Golden seede, and a spearme rych,
And a Silver seede none hym lich;
And a Mercury seede full bryght,
And a Sulphur seede that ys ryght.
Of my Daughter wythowten dred,
Byn made Elyxirs whyte and redd,
Therefor of her draw a Water cler,
The Scyence yf thow lyst to leare.
Thys Water reduceth every thynge,
To tendernes and to fyxing:
It burgeneth growyth and gyveth fryght and lyght,
Ingression lyfe and lastyng in syght:
Alle ryghteous werkes sooth to say,
It helpeth and bryngyth in a good way:
Thys ys the Water that ys most worthy,
Aqua perfectissima & flos mundi:
For alle werkes thys Water makyth whyte,
Reducyng and schyning as Sylver bryght:
And of the Oyle greate marvell there ys,
For all thyngs yt bryngyth to rednes:
As Cytrine gold he ys full high,
None ye so redd nor none ys so worthy:
[Page 274] And in the Erth grete marvele ys hyd,
That ys first so black, and than so red:
And alle ys done in howres three,
Thys may be cleped Gods Prevetie:
Than the Erth shall torne red as blood,
Citrine Gold, naturall cleere and good,
And than the red Oyle to hem schall goe,
Red Ferment, and red Mercury alsoe,
And grow togeder weekes seaven,
Blessed be Almyghty God of Heven:
One Ounce of thys Medycine worthy
Cast upon two hundred ownces of Mercury:
Schall make Gold most royall,
And ever enduring to holde tryall;
Fyre and Hammer Tuch and Test,
And all essayes most and least.
And yt ys Medycen above common Gold,
To mans body as God yt would.
For Gold that cometh from the Oare,
Is nourished with fowle Sulphur:
And Engendered upon Mercury he ys,
And nouryshed by Erth and Sulphur I wys,
And our Gold ys made of thre pewre soules,
In the wych ys noe Corrupcyon foule:
But purged pewre as clene as Chrystall,
Body and Spyryt and Sowle wyth all;
And so they grow into a stone,
In the wych Corrupcyon there ys none;
And than cast hym upon Mercury,
And he schalbe Gold most worthy,
Now have you heard the makyng of our Stone,
The begynyng and endyng ys all one.

THE WORKE OF RICH: CARPENTER.

OF Titan Magnasia take the cler light,
The rede Gumme that ys so bryght,
Of Philosofris the Sulfer vife,
I called Gold wythouten stryfe;
Of hem drawe owte a Tincture,
And make a matrymony pure:
Betweene the husband and the wyfe,
I spoused wyth the Water of lyfe:
And so that none dyvysion
Be there, in the conjunccion
Of the Moone and of the Sonne,
After the marriage ys begonne;
And that Mercury the planete,
In loef make hem so to mete:
That eyder wyth oder be joyned even,
As a Stone engendered sente down fro heven;
Of hem make water clere rennynge,
As any Chrystall bryght schynynge.
Drawen out of bodyes fyxed,
By Nature prively mixed
Within a vessal depured clene,
Of Philosofris bright and schene;
Beware the Fume escape the nowght,
And alleso marked well in thy thowght;
That of the Fire the quallitee,
Equal to Phebez bemes be;
In the moneth of Iune and Iule,
Understand me be not dulle;
[Page 276] For thou schalt see marveles grete,
Colures spring oute of the heate:
Fyrste Blakke and Whyte, and so Redde,
And after Setryne wythouten drede:
And so wythin howres thre,
That Stone schall thorowe perced be
Wyth Aier that schall upon hym lyght,
The wych ys a wonder syght:
Whenne the spiryt ys refreyned,
And wyth the Bodie so constrayned,
That hem asounder maye nothyng parte,
So Nature hem doth there so coart,
In matrise whenne they both ben knyte,
Lett never thy Vessel be unshytte;
Tyl thys ingendred have a stone,
That in thys world ys not suche on:
For hyt ys called Anymal,
Richer then the Mineral.
Wyche ys founden in every plase,
Who foundeth hyt myght have grase:
In the and me and over alle
Both Vegetables and Sophisticall:
On Hilles hye and Valeys lowe,
He groweth who cowde hyt know,
Take thys for an informacion,
In Caryt and in Proporcion,
Lyth alle who so coude seke oute,
In Bus and Nubi ys alle the doute:
He that puttes hemself in pres,
To Genis and to Species:
Qualitas and every Quantite,
To mane a man hyt wol not be,
To brynge about thys treseur,
I mene owre Stone of suche valour;
[Page 277] And yet who coude well understonde,
May fynde hit redy at hys honde:
For Fowles that in the Ayre done flee,
And also Fisches in the See:
The moyster of the rede Grape
And of the Whyte, who coud hym take:
Vertues of Erbes vegetyff,
And soules of Bestes sensytyff:
Reysons of Angels that doth discerne,
Goude and Yeul Man to governe,
All bryngs to thyn house
Thys Noble Ston so precious,
And Soverente of alle thys Werke,
Both to Lewd and to Clerke:
This lyth alle by discrecion,
In Fyre, and in Decoccion:
The craft recordeth yif he can rede,
How all and sume who shal spede;
In Bokes eler as ye maye see,
Stat in Ignis regimine:
To brynge fosth at my devys,
Thys ryche Rubye, thys Ston of prys:
Harde hevy and percyng,
Now ys thys a wonder thyng:
I coude never suche on a spye;
Save that I finde howe on Marie:
Fyrst found hyt wythouten lese,
The wyche was suster to Moysez:
But who hyt be that schall hyt werke,
Let hem not begenn in the derke:
For he mai fayle for faute of lyght,
But the Sunne schyne full bright:
Advyse the well er thow begene,
Or else lytel schalt thow wynne.

THE HUNTING OF the GREENELYON.

ALL haile to the noble Companie
Oftrue Students in holy Alchimie,
Whose noble practise doth hem teach
To vaile their secrets with mistie speach;
Mought yt please your worshipfulnes
To heare my silly soothfastnes,
Of that practise which I have seene,
In hunting of the Lyon Greene:
And because you may be apaid,
That ys truth, that I have said;
And that you may for surety weene,
That I know well thys Lyon greene:
I pray your patience to attend
Till you see my short writt end,
Wherein Ile keepe my noble Masters rede,
Who while he lived stoode me in steede;
At his death he made me sweare hym to,
That all the secrets I schould never undoe
To no one Man, but even spread a Cloude
Over my words and writes, and so it shroude,
That they which do this Art desire,
Should first know well to rule their Fyre:
[Page 279] For with good reason yt doth stand,
Swords to keepe fro mad Mens hand:
Least th'one should, kill th'other burne,
Or either doe some sore shroud turne:
As some have done that I have seene,
As they did hunt thys Lyon greene.
Whose collour doubtles ys not soe,
And that your wisdomes well doe know;
For no man lives that ever hath seene
Upon foure feete a Lyon colloured greene:
But our Lyon wanting maturity,
Is called greene for unripenes trust me,
And yet full quickly can he run,
And soone can overtake the Sun:
And suddainely can hym devoure,
If they be both shut in one towre:
And hym Eclipse that was so bryght,
And make thys redde to turne to whyte:
By vertue of hys crudytie,
And unripe humors whych in hym be,
And yet wythin he hath such heate,
That whan he hath the Sun up eate,
He bringeth hym to more perfection,
Than ever he had by Natures direccion.
This Lyon maketh the Sun sith soone
To be joyned to hys Sister the Moone:
By way of wedding a wonderous thing,
Thys Lyon should cause hem to begett a King:
And tis as strange that thys Kings food,
Can be nothing but thys Lyons Blood;
And tis as true that thys ys none other,
Than ys it the Kings Father and Mother.
A wonder a Lyon, and Sun and Moone,
All these three one deede have done:
[Page 280] The Lyon ys the Preist, the Sun and Moone the wedd,
Yet they were both borne in the Lyons Bedd;
And yet thys King was begott by none other,
But by Sun and Moone hys owne Sister and Brother.
O noble Master of pardon I you pray,
Because I did well-neere bewray
The secret which to me ys so deare,
For I thought none but Brothers were here:
Than schould I make no doubt
To have written plainely out,
But for my fealty I must keepe aye,
Ile turne my pen another way,
To speake under Benedicite
Of thys noble Company:
Wych now perceives by thys,
That I know what our Lyon ys.
Although in Science I am noe Clerke,
Yet have I labour'd in thys warke:
And truly wythouten any nay,
If you will listen to my lay:
Some thing thereby yow may finde,
That well may content your minde,
I will not sweare to make yow give credence,
For a Philosopher will finde here in evidence,
Of the truth, and to men that be Lay,
I skill not greatly what they say.
For they weene that our Lyon ys
Common Quick silver, but truly they miss:
And of thys purpose evermore shall fayle,
And spend hys Thrift to litle availe,
That weeneth to warke hys wyll thereby,
Because he doth soe readely flie;
Therefore leave off ere thou begin,
Till thow know better what we meane;
[Page 285] Whych whan thow doest than wilt thou say
That I have tought thee a good lay,
In that whych I have said of thee before,
Wherefore lysten and marke well my lore.
Whan thow hast thy Lyon with Sol and Luna well fedd,
And layd them clenly in their Bedd;
An easie heate they may not misse,
Till each the other well can kisse;
And that they shroude them in a skin,
Such as an Egg yelke lyeth in:
Than must thow draw from thence away,
A right good secret withouten any nay:
Wych must serve to doe thee good,
For yt ys the Lyons Blood:
And therewith must the King be fedd,
When he ys risen from the dead:
But longe tyme it wilbe,
Or ere his death appeare to thee;
And many a sleepe thow must lack,
Or thow hym see of Collour black.
Take heede yow move hym not with yre,
But keepe hym in an easy fyre;
Untill you see hym seperate,
From hys vile Erth vituperate;
Wych wilbe black and light withall,
Much like the substance of a fusball:
Your magnet in the midst wilbe,
Of Collour faire and white trust me;
Then whan you see all thys thing,
Your fire one degree increasing;
Untill yow well may se thereby,
Your matter to grow very dry:
Then yt ys fit wythout delay,
The excrements be tane away;
[Page 286] Prepaire a Bed most bryght and shine
For to lodge this young Chylde in:
And therein let hym alone lye,
Till he be throughly dry;
Than ys tyme as I doe thinke,
After such drouth to give him drinke:
But thereof the truth to shew,
Is a greate secret well I know;
For Philosophers of tyme old,
The secret of Imbibition never out tould;
To create Magnesia they made no care,
In their Bookes largely to declare;
But how to order it after hys creacion,
They left poore men without consolacion;
Soe many men thought they had had perfeccion,
But they found nothing in their Projeccion:
Therefore they mard what they had made before,
And of Alchimy they would have no more.
Thus do olde Fathers hide it from a Clearke,
Because in it consisteth the whole subtill warke;
Wych if ye list of me to know,
I shall not faile the truth to shew.
Whan your pure matter in the glasse is fitt,
Before that you your vessell shitt;
A portion of your Lyons sweate
Must be given it for to eate:
And they must be grounded so well together,
That each fro other will flee noe whither;
Then must you seale up your Glasse,
And in hys Furnace where he was,
You must set them there to dry.
Which being done then truly,
You must prepare like a good Phisitian,
For another Imbibition:
[Page 287] But evermore looke that you dry
Up all hys drinke, that none lye by,
For if yow make hym drinke too free,
The longer will your workeing be,
And yf you let hym be too dry,
Than for thirst your Child may dye;
Wherefore the meane to hold is best,
Twixt overmoyst and too much rost;
Six tymes thy Imbibitions make,
The seaventh that Saboath's rest betake:
Eight dayes twixt ilke day of the six,
To dry up moist and make it fix;
Then at the nynth tyme thy Glasse up seale,
And let him stand six weekes each deale:
With his heate temperd so right,
That Blacknes past he may grow white;
And so the seaventh weeke rest him still,
Till thow Ferment after thy will;
Which if thow wilt Ferment for Whyte,
Thereby thow gainst noe greate profitt;
For I assure thee thow needest not dred,
To proceede with fire till all be Redd;
Than must thow proceede as did Philosophers old
To prepaire thy Ferment of peure Gold,
Which how to doe though secret that it be,
Yet will I truly teach it thee.
In the next Chapter as erst I did say,
That soe the truth finde yow may,
Therefore of Charity and for our Lords sake,
Let noe man from my writings take
One word, nor add thereto,
For certainely if that he doe,
He shall shew malice fro the which I am free,
Meaning truth and not subtilty;
[Page 288] Which I refer to the Judgement
Of those which ken the Philosophers intent:
Now listen me with all your might,
How to prepare your Ferment right.
O noble Worke of workes that God has wrought,
Whereby each thing of things are forth aye broght;
And fitted to their generacion,
By a noble fermentacion;
Which Ferment must be of such a thing,
As was the workes begyning;
And if thow doe progresse aright
Whan thow hast brought the worke to whight;
And than to stay is thy intent,
Doe after my Comandement;
Worke Luna by her selfe alone,
With the blood of the greene Lyon:
As earst thow didst in the begining,
And of three didst make one thing,
Orderly yeilding forth right,
Till thy Magnet schew full whyte;
Soe must thow warke all thy Ferment,
Both White and Red, else were yt shent.
Red by yt selfe and soe the White,
With the Lyons Blood must be deight;
And if thow wilt follow my lore,
Set in thy Ferment the same houre,
Of Sol for Redd, of Luna for White,
Each by himselfe let worke tight;
Soe shall thy Ferment be ready edress,
To feede the King with a good mess
Of meates that fitt for his digestion,
And well agreeing to his Complexion;
If he be of Collour White,
Feed hym than with Luna bright;
[Page 289] If his flesh be perfect Red,
Than with the Sun he must be fedd,
Your Ferment one fourth parte must be,
Into your Magnet made evenly,
And joyne hem warme and not cold,
For raw to ripe you may be bold
Have disagreement soe have heate and cold:
Therefore put hem warme into thy Glasse,
Then seale it up even as it was:
And Circle all till yt be wonne,
By passing degrees every each one:
Both black and whyte, and also redd,
Than of the Fire heere have noe dread;
For he will never dreade the fyre,
But ever abide thy desire.
And heere a secret to thee I must shew,
How to Multeplie that thow must know,
Or else it wilbe over micle paine
For thee to begin thy worke againe:
I say to thee that in noe fashion,
It's so well Multeplied as with continuall Firmentation:
And sure far it wilbe exalted at the last,
And in Projeccion ren full fast:
There for in fyre keepe Firment alway,
That thy Medicine augment mayst aye;
For yf the maid doe not her leaven save,
Then of her Neighbours sche must needs goe crave;
Or sche must stay till sche can make more,
Remember the Proverbe that store is no sore:
Thus have I tought thee a lesson, full of truth,
If thow be wicked therefore my heart is reuth:
Remember God hys blessing he can take,
Whan he hath given it, if abuse any you make,
For surely if thow be a Clerke,
[Page 290] Thow wilt finde trewth in thys werke:
But if so be that thow be lay,
And understond not what I say,
Keepe Councell then and leve thy Toy,
For it befitts no Lymmer loy,
To medle with such grete secresie:
As ys thys hygh Phylosophye.
My Councell take, for [...]how schalt finde it true,
Leave of seeking thys Lyon to pursue,
For hym to hunt that ys a prety wyle,
Yet by hys Craft he doth most Folke beguile,
And hem devour and leave hem full of care,
Wherefore I bidd thee to beware.
And Councell give thee as my frend,
And so my Hunting here I end.
Praying God that made us we may not myss
To dwell with hym in hys Hevenly blyss.

[Page 291] THE BREVIARY OF NATURALL PHILOSOPHY.

Compiled by the unlettered Scholar THOMAS CHARNOCK.

Student in the most worthy Scyence of Astronomy and Philosophy. The first of Ianuary Anno. Dom. 1557.

Anno. Dom. 1557. The first day of the new yeare This Treatise was begun as after may appeare.

The Booke Speaketh.

COme hither my Children of this Discipline,
Which in naturall Philosophy have spent so long time;
To ease your painfull Study I am well willed
And by the grace of God it shall be fulfilled;
If he in me (my Author) will shed one drop of grace,
The better he shall finish me and in shorter space.
And if you will know what I am surely,
I am named the The Breviary of naturall Philosophy.
Declaring all Vessells and Instruments,
Which in this Science serve our intents.
For moe things belong unto the same,
More then any Author hath written the Name;
Which hath brought many a one in great doubt,
What is the Implements that longeth thereabout;
Wherefore in good order, I will anon declare,
What Instruments for our Arte you neede to prepare.

The Preface of the Author.

Goe forth little Booke in volume but small,
Yet hast thou in thee that is not in them All,
For satisfying the mindes of the Students in this Arte,
Then art thou worth as many Bookes, as will lye in a Cart:
Glad may he be that hath thee in his keeping,
For he may find through diligent seeking,
All things in thee which shall be necessary,
As Vessells and Instruments belonging to Alchimy;
Which would set many a Mans heart on fire,
To have the same knowledge they have so great desire.
And no mervaile though they be glad and faine,
For they have spent many a pound in vaine;
In making of Vessells of many divers sorts,
And have brought them out of many strange Ports:
Because they did not well understand,
That all things we need we have in England.
Now think you that this will not save many a Marke,
Unto those that have wrestled so long in our Warke?
Yes some would spend all the Money in their pouch,
If they knew but this or halfe so much.
Wherefore of pitty I will no longer refraine,
But declare all things their purpose to attaine.
Wherefore if you do happen on my Booke,
Either by Casualty, Hooke, or by Crooke:
Yet pray for my Soule when I am dead and rotten,
That of Alchimy Scyence the dore hath let open;
Sufficient for thee if thou have any Braine,
Now sharpen thy wits that thou maist it attaine.

The Breviary of Philosophie.

The first Chapter.

NOw will I declare all things at large,
Of Implements of this Work and what is the charge:
And first with the Potter I will begin,
Which cannot make that which he hath never seene;
Whether that thy Vessels be made to thy minde,
Stand by while he worketh more surety to finde,
And shew him what to doe by some signe or similitude,
And if his witts be not to dull nor rude,
He will understand what thou doest meane,
For I think few Potters within this Realme
Have made at any tyme such cunning ware,
As we for our Scyence doe fashion and prepaire;
And when he hath formed them unto thy purpose,
For what occasion thou needest not disclose:
But if he say unto you, Good Master myne,
Tell me for what purpose or what engine
Shall these Vessels serve that thou cause me to make,
For all my life hitherto I dare undertake
I never formed such, nor the like of them;
Yet are they but plaine without wrinkle or hem,
One within another, it is a pretty feate,
The third without them to guide up the heate:
Then say unto him to satisfie his minde,
That ye have a Father which is somewhat blinde,
Who if it please God you will indeavour,
To stil a water his blindnes to dissever:
Which is the Elixir of lyfe as wise men say,
And in this doing God send me my pray;
Then will he say this or the like,
I pray God to send yee that which you seeke,
And thus with the Potter thou hast now done,
Without thou breake thy Pots with the heate of the Sun:
Which if it doe it turnes thee to paine,
And there is no way but to make them new againe.
As soone as with the Potter thou hast made an end,
Then with a Ioyner thou must Condescend,
Who also must have this Councell and witt,
To make a Tabernacle the Vessell to fitt;
Which wilbe also in greate doubt,
For what purpose it will serve about;
In that he never made nor framed none such,
Although it be made like to a Hutch:
Then tell him a Tale of a roasted Horse,
Unto the which he will have no remorse:
And laugh and say it is a Borrough for a Fox,
Although it be made sure with Keys and locke,
And thus with the Ioyner thou hast made an end,
Without thou set it on fire as I did mine.
As for Glassemahers they be scantin this land,
Yet one there is as I doe understand:
And in Sussex is now his habitacion,
At Chiddinsfold he workes of his Occupacion:
To go to him it is necessary and meete,
Or send a servant that is discreete:
And desire him in most humble wife
Ito blow thee a Glasse after thy devise;
If were worth many an Arme or a Legg,
The could shape it like to an egge;
To open and to close as close as a haire,
If thou have such a one thou needest not feare.
Yet if thou hadst a number in to store,
It is the the better, for Store is no sore.

The second Chapter.

NOW LORD of thy grace I beseech thee suffer me,
To finish my pretence in this rude Studie:
For this nor ought else without thy helpe can be done,
As neither the Conjuncion of Sun nor Moone:
Nor yet other Planets can motion themselves an houre,
Without thy providence and thy divine power:
Wherefore in all things that we doe begin,
Let us with prayer call for helpe of him:
That he bring our doings to effect,
Which must be done very Circumspect:
Wherefore if you thinke to obtaine your intent,
Feare God and keepe his Comandement:
And beware of Pride and let it passe,
And never be looking too much in thy Glasse;
Deceive noe man with false measure,
For truly that is ill gotten treasure:
But let thy weights be true and just,
For weight and measure every man must
Unto his Neighbour yeild uprightly,
And so must thou in the worke of Philosophy:
And also feede him which is hungry,
And give him drinke which is thirsty.
Give liberally I say as riches doe arise,
And from thirsty body turne not away thy Eyes.
What and two poore Men at one tyme come unto thee
And say, Master; for the love of God and our Lady,
Give us your Charity whatsoever you please,
For we have not one peny to do us ease;
[Page 292] And we are now ready to the Sea prest,
Where we must abide three moneths at the least;
All which tyme to Land we shall not passe,
No although our Ship be made but of Glasse,
But all tempest of the Aire we must abide,
And in dangerous roades many tymes to ride;
Bread we shall have none, nor yet other foode,
But only faire water descending from a Cloude:
The Moone shall us burne so in processe of tyme,
That we shalbe as black as men of Inde:
But shortly we shall passe into another Clymate,
Where we shall receive a more purer estate;
For this our Sinns we make our Purgatory,
For the which we shall receive a Spirituall body:
A body I say which if it should be sould,
Truly I say it is worth his weight in Gold:
Son give theis two, one penny in their Journey to drinke,
And thou shalt speede the better truly as I thinke.

The third Chapter.

NOw have I good will largely to write,
Although I can but slenderly indite;
But whether I can or cannot indeede,
With the Chapter of Fire I will proceede:
Which if thou knowest not how to governe and keepe,
Thou wert as good go to bed and sleepe,
As to be combred therewith about,
And therefore I put thee most certainely out of doubt;
For when I studied this Scyence as thou doest now,
I fell to practise by God I vowe:
[Page 293] I was never so troubled in all my lyfe beforne,
As intending to my Fire both Midday Eve and Morne:
And all to kepe it at an even stay;
It hath wrought me woe moe then I will say.
Yet one thing of truth I will thee tell,
What greate mishap unto my Worke befell;
It was upon a Newyeares day at Noone,
My Tabernacle caught fire, it was soone done:
For within an houre it was right well,
And streight of fire I had a smell.
I ran up to my worke right,
And when I cam it was on a fire light:
Then was I in such feare that I began to stagger,
As if I had byne wounded to the heart with a dagger;
And can you blame me? no I think not much,
For if I had beene a man any thing rich,
I had rather have given 100 Markes to the Poore,
Rather then that hap should have chanced that houre.
For I was well onward of my Work truly,
God save my Masters lyfe, for when he thought to dye,
He gave me his worke and made me his Heire,
Wherefore alwaies he shall have my prayer:
I obteyned his grace the date herefro not to varie,
In the first and second yeare of King Phillip & Queene Mary.
Yet lewdly I lost it as I have you tould,
And so I began the new and forgot the old,
Yet many a night after I could not sleepe in Bed
For ever that mischance troubled my head,
And feare thereof I would not abide againe;
No though I shoulde reape a double gaine,
Wherefore my charge rose to a greater summe,
As in hyring of a good stoute Groome;
Which might abide to watch and give attendance,
Yet often tymes he did me displeasaunce,
[Page 294] And would sleepe so long till the Fire went out,
Then would the Knave that whorson Lout,
Cast in Tallow to make the fire burne quicker,
Which when I knew made me more sicker;
And thus was I cumbred with a drunken sott,
That with his hasty fire made my Worke too hott;
And with his sloth againe he set my worke behinde;
For remedy thereof to quiet my Minde,
I thrust him out of dores, and tooke my selfe the paine,
Although it be troublesome it is the more certaine;
For servants doe not passe how our workes doe frame,
But have more delight to play and to game.
A good servant saith Solomon let him be unto thee,
As thyne owne heart in each degree.
For it is precious a faithfull servant to finde,
Esteeme him above treasure if he be to thy minde;
Not wretchles, but sober, wise, and quiet,
Such a one were even for my dyet:
Thus having warn'd thee of an ill servant sufficient,
But a good servant is for our intent.

The fourth Chapter.

WHen my Man was gone I began it anewe,
And old troubles then in my minde did renew;
As to break sleepe oftentimes in the night,
For feare that my Worke went not aright;
And oftentimes I was in greate doubt,
Least that in the night, my fire should go out:
Or that it should give to much heate,
The pensivenes thereof made me to breake sleepe:
[Page 295] And also in the day least it should miscary,
It hath made my minde oftentimes to varie;
Wherefore if thou wilt follow my reade,
See thy fire safe when thou goest to Bed:
At Midnight also when thou dost arise,
And in so doing I judge thee to be wise:
Beware that thy Fire do no man harme,
For thou knowest many a mans House and Barne
Have byne set on fire by mischance,
And specially when a Foole hath the governance;
Our Fire is chargeable, and will amount
Above 3. pound a weeke, who hath list to cast account,
Which is chargeable to many a poore man,
And specially to me as I tell can:
And Geber bids poore men be content,
Haec Scientia pauperi & agento non convenit
Sed potius est illis inimica, and bids them beware,
Because their mony they may not well spare;
For thou must have Fires more then one or two,
What they he George Ripley will thee shew;
Above a hundred pounds truly did I spend,
Only in fire ere 9. moneths came to an end;
But indeede I begun when all things were deare,
Both Tallow, Candle, Wood, Coale and Fire:
Which charges to beare sometymes I have sold,
Now a Jewell, and then a ring of Gold:
And when I was within a Moneths reckoning,
Warrs were proclaimed against the French King.
Then a Gentleman that ought me greate mallice,
Caused me to be prest to goe serve at Callys:
When I saw there was none other boote,
But that I must goe spight of my heart toote;
In my fury I tooke a Hatchet in my hand,
And brake all my Worke whereas it did stand;
[Page 296] And as for my Potts I knocked them together,
And also my Glasses into many a shiver;
The Crowes head began to appeare as black as Iett▪
Yet in my fury I did nothing let:
But with my worke made such a furious faire,
That the Quintessence flew forth in the Aire.
Farewell quoth I, and seeing thou art gon,
Surely I will never cast of my Fawcon,
To procure thee againe to put me to hinderance,
Without it be my fortune and chaunce,
To speake with my good Master or that I dye;
Master I. S. his name is truly:
Nighe the Citty of Salisbury his dwelling is,
A spirituall man for sooth he is;
For whose prosperity I am bound to pray,
For that he was my Tutor many a day,
And understood as much of Philosophie,
As ever did Arnold or Raymund Lullie:
Geber, Hermes, Arda, nor yet King Caleb,
Understood no more then my good Master did.
I travelled this Realme Est and West over,
Yet found I not the like betweene the Mount and Dover:
But only a Monke of whome Ile speake anon,
Each of them had accomplished our White Stone:
But yet to the Red Worke they never came neere,
The cause hereafter more plainely shall appeare;
And thus when I had taken all this paines,
And then could not reape the fruit of my gaines:
I thought to my selfe, so to set out this Warke,
That others by fortune may hit right the Marke.

The fift Chapter.

I am sorry I have nothing to require my Masters gentle­nes,
But only this Boke a litle short Treatise;
Which I dare say shall as welcome be to him,
As if I had sent him a Couple of Milch Kine:
And heere for his sake I will disclose unto thee,
A greate seacret which by God and the Trinity,
Since that our Lord this world first began,
Was it not so opened I dare lay my hand,
No, all the Philosophers which were before this day,
Never knew this secret I dare boldly say.
And now to obteyne thy purpose more rathe.
Let thy Fire be as temperate as the Bath of the Bathe.
Oh what a goodly and profitable Instrument,
Is the Bath of the Bathe for our fiery intent!
To seeke all the World throughout I should not finde,
For profit and liberty a Fire more fitt to my minde.
Goe or ride where you list for the space of a yeare
Thou needest not care for the mending of thy Fire.
A Monke of Bath which of that house was Pryor,
Tould me in seacret he occupied none other fire,
To whome I gave credit even at the first season,
Because it depended upon very good reason:
He had our Stone, our Medicine, our Elixir and all,
Which when the Abbie was supprest he hid in a wall:
And ten dayes after he went to fetch it out,
And there he found but the stopple of a Clout.
Then he tould me he was in such an Agonie,
That for the losse thereof he thought he should be frenzie,
[Page 298] And a Toy tooke him in the head to run such a race,
That many yeare after he had no setling place;
And more he is darke and cannot see,
But hath a Boy to leade him through the Country.
I hapned to come on a day whereas he was,
And by a word or two that he let passe,
I understood streight he was a Philosopher,
For the which cause I drew to him neare;
And when the Company was all gone,
And none but his Boy and he and I alone,
Master quoth I for the love of God and Charity,
Teach me the seacrets of Naturall Philosophy.
No Son, quoth he, I know not what thou art,
And shall I reveale to thee such a preciuos Arte?
No man by me shall get such gaines,
No not my Boy which taketh with me such paines,
That to disclose it lyes not in my Bands,
For I must surrender it into the Lords hands,
Because I heare not of one that hath the same;
Which lifts up his minde and is apt for the same,
Which if I could finde I would ere I dye,
Reveale to him that same greate mistery:
Yet one there is about the Citty of Salisbury,
A young man of the age of Eight and Twenty,
Charnock is his name of Tennet that Isle,
His praise and Comendacions soundeth many a Mile;
That for a Younge man he is toward and apt,
In all the seaven liberall Scyences set none apart:
But of each of them he hath much or title,
Whereof in our Scyence he may claime a title:
His praise spreads also for his good indighting,
And of some of his doings I have heard the reciting,
Both of Prose and Meeter, and of Verse also,
And sure I commend him for his first shewe,
[Page 299] I thinke Chancer at his yeares was not the like,
And Skelton at his yeares was further to seeke;
Wherefore for his knowledge, gravity and witt,
He may well be Crowned Poet Laureat.
Cease Father quoth I and heare me speake,
For my name is Charnock upon whome you treate;
But this which you say to me is greate wonder,
For these quallities and I am farr assunder;
I am no such Man as you have made reckoning,
But you shall speake for me when I go a wiving:
Your praise will make me speede, though it be not true,
Nor yet my substance worth an old horse shooe.
Is your name Charnocke, and the same Man?
Yea Sir quoth I: then stumbled he to give me his hand:
And talked an howre with me in the Philosophers speeche,
And heard that in no question I was to seeche,
My Son quoth he let me have thy prayer,
For of this Science I will make thee myne heire;
Boy quoth he lead me into some secret place,
And then departe for a certaine space,
Untill this man and I have talked together:
Which being done, quoth he, now gentle Brother,
Will you with me to morrow be content,
Faithfully to receive the blessed Sacrament,
Upon this Oath that I shall heere you give,
For ne Gold ne Silver as long as you live,
Neither for love you beare towards your Kinne,
Nor yet to no great Man preferment to wynne:
That you disclose the seacret that I shall you teach,
Neither by writing nor by no swift speech;
But only to him which you be sure
Hath ever searched after the seacrets of Nature?
To him you may reveale the seacrets of this Art, (depart.
Under the Covering of Philosophie before this world yee
[Page 300] What answer will you give me: let me heare?
Master quoth I, I grant your desire.
Then Son quoth he keepe thys Oath I charge thee well
As thinkest to be saved from the pitt of Hell.
The next day we went to Church, and after our devocion
A Preist of his Gentlenes heard both our Confessions;
Which being done, [...]o Masse streight we went,
And he ministred to us the holy Sacrament;
But he never wist what we meant therein:
For with a contrary reason I did him blinde,
And so home to dinner we went to our hoast,
All which refeccion I paid for the Cost.
When dinner was done I walked in the field
Large and plaine, where people passe by but sield,
And when we were in the midds, Boy quoth he go pick a Thistle
And come not againe before I for thee whistle.
Now Master quoth I the Coast from hearers is cleare,
Then quoth he my Sonn hearken in thyne Eare;
And within three or foure words he revealed unto me,
Of Mineralls prudence the greate Misterie.
Which when I heard my Spirits were ravished for Joy,
The Grecians were never gladder for the wynning of Troy:
As I was then remembring my good Master thoe,
For even the selfe same secret he did me shew:
Nyne dayes and no more I tarried with him sure,
But Lord in this tyme what secrets of Nature
He opened to me at divers sundry tymes,
As partly I have told thee in my former Rimes:
The rest is not to be written on paine of Damnacion,
Or else in this Boke truly I would make relation;
Now Father quoth I, I will depart you froe,
And for you I wil pray whether soever I goe;
Son quoth he Gods blessing goe with thee and thyne,
And if thou speede well, let me heare of thee againe.

The sixt Chapter.

WHen I was gone a mile or two abroade,
With fervent prayer I praised the Lord:
Giveing him thankes for that prosperous Journy,
VVhich was more leaver to me then an 100 l. in mony:
Surely quoth I my Master shall know all this,
Or else my Braines shall serve me amisse;
Which if they were so good as the Monke made menciō,
Then would I write to my Master with a better invenciō,
O Lord quoth I what a solemne Oath was this given!
Surely in sheetes of Brasse it is worthy to be graven;
For a perpetuall memory ever to remaine
Among the Philosophers, for an Oath certaine:
And when I was two dayes Journey homeward,
To aske him a question to him againe I fared,
Which I had forgotten, and would not for my Land,
But that doubt truly I might understand.
I thought it not much to goe backe with all speede,
To seeke him out, & to the house where I left him I yed,
And there in a Chamber anone I founde him out,
Praying upon his Beades very devout:
Father quoth I a word with you I doe beseech:
Who is that quoth he? my Son Charnock by his speech:
Yea forsooth quoth I, I am come back to you,
Desiring you heartily to tell me one thing true:
Which is this. Who was in Philosophy your Tutor,
And of that Seacret to you the Revealer?
Marry quoth he and speake it with harty Joy,
Forsooth it was Ripley the Canon his Boy:
[Page 302] Then I remembred my good Master againe,
Which tould he did it never attaine
Of no manner of Man but of God, he put it in his head,
As he for it was thinking lying in his Bead:
And thus I tarried with him all that night,
And made him as good Cheere as I might.
In the morning I tooke my leave of him to depart,
And in the processe of tyme came home with a merry heart;
But that mirth was shortly turn'd to care,
For as I have tould you so my Worke did fare.
Once I set it on fyre which did me much woe,
And after my Man hindred me a Moneth or two;
Yet the Gentleman did me more spight then the rest,
As when he made me from worke to be prest,
Then Bedlam could not hold me I was so frett,
But sowst at my worke with a greate Hatchett;
Rathing my Potts and my Glasses altogether,
I wisse they cost me more or I gott them thither:
The ashes with my stur flew all about,
One Fire I spilt and the other I put out:
All the Rubish to the dunghill I carried in a Sack,
And the next day I tooke my Coates with the Crosse at the back;
And forth I went to serve a Soldiers rome
And surely quoth I, there shall come the day of Dome;
Before I practise againe to be a Philosopher,
Wherefore have me Commended to my good Master.
And now my students in this Art, my promise I have kept justly,
And that you shall finde true when you understand me truly;
Which before that day never thinke to speede,
For a plainer Boke then this never desire to reade:
And true it is also yf you can pick it out,
But it is not for every Cart slave or Loute;
[Page 303] This to understand, no though his witts were fyne,
For it shalbe harde enough for a very good Divine
To Conster our meaning of this worthy Scyence,
But in the study of it he hath taken greate diligence:
Now for my good Master and Me I desire you to pray,
And if God spare me lyfe I will mend this another day.

By the unlettered Schollar THOMAS CHARNOCK, Student in the most worthy Scyence of ASTRONOMY and PHYLOSOPHY.

Aenigma ad Alchimiam.

When vii. tymes xxvi. had run their rase,
Then Nature discovered his blacke face:
But when an C. and L. had overcome him in fight,
He made him wash his face white and bright:
Then came xxxvi. wythe greate rialltie,
And made Blacke and White away to fle:
Me thought he was a Prince off honoure,
For he was all in Golden armoure;
And one his head a Crowne off Golde
That for no riches it might be solde:
Which tyll I saw my hartte was colde
To thinke at length who should wyne the filde
Tyll Blacke and White to Red dyd yelde;
Then hartely to God did I pray
That ever I saw that joyfull day.
T. Charnocke.

Aenigma de Alchimiae.

WHen vii tymes xxvi had runne their rase,
Then Nature discoved his blacke face.
But whith an C. and L. came in with great blost
And made Blacke nye to flye the Coste:
Yet one came after and brought 30. off greate might,
Which made Blacke and White to flee quite;
Me thought he was a Prince off honor,
For he was all in Golden Armoure,
And one his hed a Crowne off Golde:
That for no riches it myght be solde,
And trewly with no Philosopher I do mocke;
For I did it my sellffe Thomas Charnocke:
Therefore God coomforte the in thy warke
For all our wrettinges are verye darke,
Despyse all Bookes and them defye,
Wherein is nothing but Recipe & Accipe;
Fewe learned men with in this Realme,
Can tell the aright what I do meane;
I could finde never man but one,
Which cowlde teache me the secrets off our Stone:
And that was a Pryste in the Close off Salesburie,
God rest his Soll in heven full myrie.
T. CHARNOCKE.

BLOOMEFIELDS BLOSSOMS: OR, The Campe of PHILOSOPHY.

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 flumbering;
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.
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,
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.
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.
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 I saw sitting in most glorious Majestie
Three I beholding: adored but one Deitie.
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.
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.
Then studied I what this Quintessence should be,
Of visible things apparant to the Eye;
The fift 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.
This is that heavenly seacret potentiall,
That divided is, and resteth invisible
In all things Animall, Vigetall and Minerall;
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.
Study thou no more of my Being, but sted fastly
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.
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.
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.
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 open with a trice.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
These were Brooke the Preist, and Yorke with Coates gay,
Which robbed KING HENRY of a Million of Gold,
Martin Perien, Major, & Thomas De-la-hay
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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, hemost excellent of beauty.
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.
She shewed her selfe both gentle and benigne,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
But 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,
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.
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 Salamander by the fire living,
Some men doe him call, and some na other name,
The Mettasline Menstruall, it is ever the same.
Some call it also a Substance exuberate,
Some call it Mercury of Mettaline essence,
Some Limus 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.
This is not in sight, but restest 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.
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.

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 vertue; who lists to be diligent,
Shall finde that we seeke an heavenly tresure
And a precious Jewell that ever shall endure.
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.
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.
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 glistering 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.
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.
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.
The Moone that is called the lesser Lunary,
Wife unto Phoebus, shining by Night,
To others gives her Garments through her hearb Lunary,
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.
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 w [...]rke thus.
Dissolve and Seperate them, Sublime, Fix and Congeale,
Then hast thou all: therefore doe as I thee tell.
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.
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 therefore I shall my selfe endeavour,
Lightly to discharge me before God for ever.
Devotely therefore unto thee O Lord I call,
Send me thy Grace to make explicacion
Of Chaos: For thou art opener of seacrets 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.
Chaos is no more to say, this is doubtles,
(As Ovid writeth in his Metamorphosin)
But a certaine rude substance, indigesta (que); 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.
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.
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.
Out of this misty Chaos, the Philosophers expert,
Doe a substance draw called a Quintessence.
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.
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.
And lest the fault imputed should be,
In me, or nothers 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.
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.
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.
Here is Materia Prima, and Corpus confusum,
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,
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▪
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 wili 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.
Then of Sun and Moone make thou Oyle incombustible,
With Mercury vegetable or else with Lunary,
Inserate 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.
Fix it up now with perfect Decoccion,
And that with easy heate, and not vehement,
For feare of Induracion, and Vitrifica [...]ion,
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.
To this excellent worke greate Cost neede not be,
Many Glasses or Potts about it to breake,
One Glasse, 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.
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. Dagloriam Deo.

Incipit Practica.

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 will therefore that you marke well my Narracion,
As true Disciples my Doctrine to attend
My Testament, and last Will to you I do comend.
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.
Devoutely serve God, call daily for his grace,
Worship him in Spirit with heart contrit [...] 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Forty dayes more the Matter shall turne VVhite,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
Looke that thou joyne in One, Persons Three.
The Fixt, the Variable and the Fugitive,
T [...]ll they together tast Death and Live.
The first [...] the D [...]agon 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 neer [...] thereabouts:
Then shall Phoebus appeare first out,
With strange Collours in all the Firmament,
Then our Joy is coming and at hand present:
Then Or [...]ent Phoebus in his hemisphere
To us full gloriously shall appeare:
Thus who can worke wisely
Shall attains unto our Ma [...]stery.
FINIS.

SIR EDWARD KELLE'S VVORKE.

ALL you that faine Philosophers would be,
And night and day in Geber's kitchin broyle,
Wasting the chipps of ancient Hermes Tree,
Weening to turne them to a pretious Oyle,
The more you worke the more you loose and spoile.
To you I say, how learned soever you be,
Goe burne your Bookes and come and learne of me.
Although to my one Booke you have red tenn,
Thats not inough, for I have heard it said,
The greatest Clarkes ar not the wisest men,
A Lion once a silly Mouse obeyd,
In my good will so hold your selves appaid:
And though I write not halfe so sweete as Tully,
Yet shall you finde I trace the stepps of Lully.
Yt doth you good to thinke how your desire,
And selfe-conceit doth warrantize vaine hope,
You spare no cost, you want no coals for fier,
You know the vertues of the Elitrope,
You thinke your selves farr richer then the Pope.
What thinge hath being either high or low,
But their Materia prima you do know.
Elixir vitae, and the precious Stone,
You know as well as how to make an Apple;
If'te come to the workinge then let you alone,
You know the coullers black brown bay and dapple,
Controwle you once then you begin to fraple.
Swearing and saying, what a fellow is this?
Yet still you worke but ever worke amisse.
No no, my friends, it is not vauntinge words,
Nor mighty oaths that gaines that sacred skill;
It is obteined by grace and not by swords;
Nor by greate reading, nor by long sitting still,
Nor fond conceipt nor working all by will.
But as I said by grace it is obteined,
Seeke grace, therefore, let folly be refrained.
It is no costly thing I you assure,
That doth beget Magnesia in hir kind.
Yet is hir selfe by leprosie made pure:
Hir eyes be cleerer being first made blind:
And he that can Earths fastnes once unbind,
Shall quickly know that I the truth have tould,
Of sweete Magnesia, Wife to purest Gold.
Now what is meant by Man and Wife is this,
Agent and Patient, yet not two but one,
Even as was Eva, Adams Wife I wisse:
Flesh of his Flesh and Bone of his Bone,
Such is the Unionhood of our precious Stone.
As Adam slept untill his Wife was made,
Even so our Stone, ther can no more be said.
By this you se how thus it came to passe,
That first was Man, and Woman then of him:
Thus Adam heere as first and cheefest was,
And still remaineda Man of perfect limme,
Then Man and Wife were joynd together trimme.
And each in love to other straight addressed them,
And did increase their kind when God had blessed them.
Even so the Man our Stone is said to sleepe,
Untill such time his Wife be fully wrought;
Then he awakes, and joyfully doth keepe
His new made Spouse, which he so dearely bought,
And when to such perfection they be brought,
Rejoyce the beauty of so faire a bride,
Whose worth is more then halfe the world beside.
I doubte as yet you hardly understand,
What Man or Wife doth truly signifie,
And yet I know you beare your selves in hand,
That out of doubt it Sulpher is and Mercury,
And so yt is, but not the common certeinly:
But Mercury essentiall is trewly the trew Wife,
That killes her selfe to bring her Child to life.
For first and formost she receaves the Man,
Her perefct love doth make her soone conceive:
Then doth she strive with all the force she can,
In spite of love, of life him to bereave,
Which being done, then will she never leave,
But labour kindly like a loving Wife,
Untill againe she him have brought to life.
Then he againe her kindnesse to requite,
Upon her head doth set a Crowne of glory,
And to her praise he Poems doth indite,
Whose Poems make each Poet write a story,
And that she slew him then she is not sorry.
For he by vertue of his loving Wife,
Not only lives, but also giveth life.
But here I wish you rightly understand,
How heere he m [...]k [...]s his Concubine his Wife,
Which if you know not, do not take in hand,
This worke which unto fooles is nothing rife,
And looke you make attonem [...]nt where is strife.
Then strip th [...] Man into his shi [...]t of T [...]shew,
And her out of her smock to ingender yssue.
To tell you troath he wanteth for no Wives
In Land, or Sea, in Water, Air, or F [...]re,
Without their deaths he wa [...]eth not their lives.
Except they live he wants his cheif desire,
He bindes them prentice to the righte [...] D [...]er,
And when they once all Sorrowes have abidden,
Then finde they Ioyes which from them first were hidden.
For then they finde the Joy of sweete encrease,
They bring forth Children beautifull to sight.
The which are able Prisners to release;
And to the darkest Bodyes give true light,
Their hevenly Tincture is of such great might.
Oh! he that can but light on such a treasure,
Who would not thinke his Joyes were out of measure?
Now by this question I shall quickly know
If you can tell which is his Wife indeede:
Is she quick footed, faire faced yea or no,
Flying or fixed as you in Bookes do reade?
Is she to be fed or else doth she feede?
Wherein doth she joy, where's her habitation?
Heavenly or Earthly, or of a strange nacion?
What is she poore? or is she of any wealth?
Bravely of her attyre, or meane in her apparrell?
Or is she sick? or is she in perfect health?
Mild of her Nature? or is she given to quarrell?
Is she a Glutton? or loves she the Barrell?
If any one of these you name her for to be,
You know not his Wife, nor never did her see.
And that will I prove to you by good reason,
That truly noe one of all these is she,
This is a question to you that is geason:
And yet some parte of them all she must be,
Why then, some parte is not all you may see.
Therefore the true Wife which I doe meane,
Of all these Contraries is the Meane betweene.
As Meale and Water joyned both together,
Is neither Meale nor Water now but Dow;
Which being baked, is Dow nor Water neither:
Nor any more will each from other goe,
The meane betweene is Wife, our Wife even so:
And in this hidden point our seacret lyes,
It is enough, few words content the wise.
Now by this simile heere I do reveale,
A mighty Seacret if you marke it well;
Call Mercury Water, imagine Sulphur Meale,
What Meale I meane I hope the wise can tell:
Bake them by craft, make them together dwell,
And in your working make not too much hast,
For Wife she is not while she is in Paste.
This lesson learn'd now give me leave to play,
I shall the fitter be to learne another,
My minde is turn'd cleane cam another way.
I doe not love sweete secret thoughts to smother,
It is a Child you know that makes a Mother.
Sith so it is then must we have a Childe,
Or else of Motherhood we are beguild.
What will you say if I a wonder tell you,
And prove the Mother is Child and Mother too?
Do you not thinke I goe about to sell you
A bargaine in sport, as some are wont to do?
Ist possible the Mother, to weare her Infants shoe?
In faith it is in our Philosophy,
As I will prove by reason by and by.
Ripley doth bid you take it for no scorne,
With patience to attend the true Conjunccion,
For saith he in the Aire our Child is borne,
There he receiveth the holy Unction,
Also with it a heavenly function.
For after death reviv'd againe to lyfe,
This all in all both Husband Child and Wife.
Whilst all is Earth Conception it is termed,
And Putrefaction tyme of lying in,
Perfect Conjunction (by artes-men is affirmd)
The womans Childing where doth all Ioy beg
Who knowes not this, his witts are very thin.
When she is strong and shineth faire and bright,
She's tearm'd the VVife most beautifull to sight.
Loe thus you see that you are not beguil'd;
For if you marke it I have proved by Reason,
How both is one the Mother and the Child,
Conception, Breeding, Childing, every season:
I have declared to you without all Treason,
Or any false ambiguous word at all;
And hewn you worke then finde it true you shall.
This is that Mercury essentiall truly,
Which is the principall of the Stone materiall,
And not those crude Amalgames began newly;
These are but Mercuries superficiall,
This is that Menstrue of perfect [...]incturiall:
This is most truly that One thing,
Out of the which all profitt must springe.
If this content you not, abide displeas'd for me,
For I have done. If Reason take no place,
What can be said, but that there doubts will be,
Doe what one can, where folly wins the race.
Let it suffice, this is the perfect Base,
Which is the Stone that must dissolved be.
How that is done I will declare to thee.
This is the Stone that Ripley bidds you take,
(For untill thus it be it is no Stone)
Be rul'd by me, my councell not forsake,
And he commands, Let Crudities alone,
If thou have grace to keep thee free from moan.
Then stick to this, let Phansey not o'resway thee,
Let Reason rule, for Phansey will betray thee.
Take thou this Stone, this Wife, this Child, this All.
Which will be Gummous, crumbling, silken, soft:
Upon a Glasse or Porphire beat it small,
And as you grinde, with Mercury feede it oft,
But not so much that Mercury swim aloft,
But equall parts, nipt up their seed to save;
Then each in other are buried within their grave.
When thus and there you have it as is said,
Worke in all points as Nature wrought at first:
For Blacknes had thow needest not be afraid,
It wilbe White, then art thou past the worst,
Except th ou breake thy Glasse and beaccurst;
But if through Blacknes thou to Whitenes march,
Then will it be both White and soft as Starch.
This very place is cal'd by many names,
As Imbibition, Feeding, Sublimation,
Clyming high Mountaines, also Childrens Games;
And rightly it is termed Exaltation,
When all is nothing else but Circulation
Of the foure Elements whatsoere fooles clatter,
Which is done by heate upon Forme and Matter.
Earth is the lowest Element of All
Which Black, is exalted into Water,
Then no more Earth but Water wee it call;
Although it seeme a black Earthy matter,
And in black dust all about will scatter,
Yet when soe high as to Water it hath clym'd,
Then is it truly said to be Sublym'd
When this black Masse againe is become White,
Both in and out like snow and shining faire,
Then this Child, this Wife, this Heaven so bright,
This Water Earth sublimed into Aire,
When there it is it further will prepare
It selfe into the Element of Fire,
Then give God thankes for granting thy desire.
This Black, this White, doe we call Seperation,
Which is not manuall but Elementall;
It is no crude Mercuriall Sublimation,
But Natures true worke consubstantiall,
The White is called Conjunction naturall,
Secret and perfect Conjunction not grosse;
Which bringeth profitt all other losse.
When thrice yee have turned this Wheele about,
Feeding and working it as I have said,
Then will it flow like Wax without doubt:
Giving a Tincture that will not vade.
Abiding all tryalls that can be made.
If wisely Project you can and keepe free,
Both profitt and creditt to you it wilbe.
Your Medicine fixed and perfectly flowing,
White you must thinke will Whitenes increase;
So Red begets Red as Seede in the sowing
Begetteth his like or as kinde doth in Beasse,
And fire must be the true maker of peace:
For white or red Ferment your Medicine augmenteth,
And perfectly tinckteth and soone it relenteth.
That is to say, your Medicine ended,
If White melt downe Silver and thereon Project it,
If Red melt downe Sol, for so it is intended;
Like unto like in no wise reject it,
And out of the purest looke you elect it.
Medicen one parte upon Ferment ten,
That One on one Thousand of Jupiter then.
Your Jupiter standing red hot on the fyre,
So soone as your Medicine upon him is cast,
Presently standeth so hard as a Wyre,
For then he is fixed and melteth by blast,
And of all your working thisis the last.
Then let it by Test or strong water be tryde,
The best Gold or Silver no better shall bide.
Mercury erude in a Crucible heated,
Presently hardeneth lik Silver anealed;
And in the high Throwne of Luna is seated,
Silver or Gold as Medicine hath sealed:
And thus our greate Secret I have reveled.
Which divers have seene, and my selfe have wrought,
And dearely I prize it, yet give it for nought.
E. K.
FINIS.

SIR ED: KELLEY CONCERNING the Philosophers Stone written to his especiall good Freind, G. S. Gent.

THe heavenly Cope hath in him Natures fower,
Two hidden; but the rest to sight appeare:
Wherein the Spermes of all the Bodies lower;
Most secrett are, y [...]tt spring forth once a yeare,
And as the Earth with Water, Authors are,
So of his parte is Drines end of care.
No Flood soe greate as that which floweth still,
Nothing more fixt than Earth digested thrise:
No Winde so fresh as when it serveth will;
No Profitt more, then keepe in, and be wise,
No better happ, then drie up Aire to dust,
For then thou maist leave of, and sleepe thy lust.
Yett will I warne thee least thou chaunce to faile,
Sublyme thine Earth with stinkeing Water erst,
Then in a place where Phaebus onley tayle
Is seene att midday, see thou mingle best:
For nothing shineth that doth want his light,
Nor doubleth beames, unlosse it first be bright.
Lett no man leade, unlesse he know the way
That wise men teach, or Adrop leadeth in,
Whereof the first is large and easiest pray;
The other hard, and meane but to begin.
For surely these and no one more is found,
Wherein Appollo will his harp-strings sound.
Example learne of GOD that plaste the Skyes,
Reflecting vertues from and t'every poynt,
In which the mover wherein all things lyes,
Doth hold the vertues all of every Joynt:
And therefore Essence fift may well be said,
Conteining all and yett himselfe a Maid.
Remember also how the Gods began,
And by Discent who was to each the Syre,
Then learne their Lives and Kingdomes if you can,
Their Manners eke, with all their whole Attire;
Which if thou doe, and know to what effect;
The learned Sopheis will thee not reject,
If this my Doctrine bend not with thy brayne,
Then say I nothing though I said too much:
Of truth tis good will moved me, not gaine,
To write these lynes: yett write I not to such
As catch at Crabs, when better fruits appeare,
And want to chuse at fittest time of yeare.
Thou maist (my Freind) say, what is this for lore?
I answere, such as auncient Phyficke taught:
And though thou read a thousand Bookes before,
Yett in respect of this, they teach thee Naught:
Thou mayst likewise be blind, and call me Foole
Yett shall these Rules for ever praise their Schoole.

TESTAMENTUM JOHAN­NIS DEE PHILOSOPHI SUMMI ad Johannem Gwynn, transmissum 1568.

THis Letter third and last I minde to make,
At your request for very vertues sake;
Your written panges, and methods set aside,
From that I byd, looke that you never slide.
Cut that in Three, which Nature hath made One,
Then strengthen hyt, even by it self alone,
Wherewith then Cutte the poudred Sonne in twayne,
By length of tyme, and heale the woonde againe.
The self same Sunne twys yet more, ye must wounde,
Still with new Knives, of the same kinde, and grounde;
Our Monas trewe thus use by natures Law,
Both binde and lewse, only with rype and rawe,
And ay thanke God who only is our Guyde,
All is ynugh, no more then at this Tyde.

THOMAS ROBINSONUS DE LAPIDE PHILOSOPHORUM.

THe Heavens, the Earth, and all that in them is,
Were in six Dayes perfected from Abisse:
From One sprung foure; from foure a second One;
This last a Gritt; that first the Corner Stone.
Without the First the Last may not be had;
Yet to the First the Last is too too bad.
When from the Earth the Heavens were seperated,
Were not the Heavens with Earth first cohobated?
And when the Heavens, and Earth and all were not;
Were onely Heavens create; and Earth forgott?
No: Heavens, and Earth sprung all from one at first:
Then who can say or Heavens, or Earth is worst?
Is not the Earth the Mother of them all?
And what the Heavens, but Earths essentiall?
Although they have in Heaven no Earthly residence,
Yet in the Earth doth rest their Heavenly influence:
Were not the Earth, what were the other Three?
Were not the Heavens, what on the Earth could be?
Thus as they came, so shall they passe together;
But unto Man not knowne from whence, or whither.
And for the tyme of Earths Heaven purifying,
Six thousand yeares they live, and have their dying:
Then all shall rest eternall and divine,
And by the beauty of the Godhead shine.
I sweare there is noe other truth but this
Of that great Stone; which many seeke and misse.
FINIS.

EXPERIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY.

HAve you not heard yee Princes great, you Lords & Ladies all,
Of the mishap and heavy chaunce that now of late did fall?
A wofull Tale to tell
VVho could expresse it well:
Oh that some learned Poet had byne
With me, to se that I have sene:
Or else some other standing by,
That well could write a Tragidy
Of lasting fame and memory.
For yet not since this VVorld began,
Such cry, such clamour as was than
Heard never any earthly Man.
Experience that Princesse greate, I saw her in her Throne
Of glory, where her Majesty delightes to sitt upon;
And on her wayting by
A blessed Company
Of Virgins pure, that as I gesse,
VVere Children to that great Goddesse:
Their Princely port, their Comly grace,
Their pierles featur'd hands and face
Did shew them of most Noble race:
But of their prudent skill to tell,
In Artes where in they did excell,
No earthly Tongue can do it well.
And as I gazed thus upon that strange and dreadfull sight,
I saw how that Experience did teach these Ladies right,
The seven Artes Divine,
With desent discipline,
By divers rules and orders grave,
As she thought good for them to have.
But for to see how diligent
And buisily their time they spent
To learne those Artes most excellent,
The endlesse travells that they tooke
From place to place, from booke to booke,
Amazed me on them to looke.
For some in divers Languages did reason and dispute,
And other some did sing and play on Organ, Harpe and Flute;
And some with Compasse found
All Measures square and round:
And some by Cyphering could tell
Infinite Summes and Numbers well:
And some with Eloquence began
As Poets and Orators to scan
The Causes betweene Man and Man:
And some upon the Stars did gaze,
And other some sat in a Maze,
To judge of Seacrets that there was.
Soe that nothing created was under the Firmament,
That hath a Being or Life by any Element,
No Simple nor Compound
In all the World is found
Under the Sky, or Clouds that fly,
But they sought out the privity:
This Rocky Earth, this heavy Masse,
This Articke Virgin, this let not passe
To seeke the thing that therein was:
But put themselves in presse to creepe
Into the Center of the Deepe,
Where sundry Soules and Spirits doe sleepe.
This thing Experience gan prudently to debate,
VVith cheerefull looke and voyce full mylde, as seemed to her state.
And soone decreed she
Of her benignity:
Not for their sundry paines I take,
But only for her Glory sake,
That all these Ladies in a row
Should further of her Secrets know,
That from her Majesty did grow;
VVherewith to Councell called shee
A Lady grave of greate degree,
That named was Philosophy.
And after their discourse and talke, that Lady fell downe flatt
On hands & knees before the Queene in heaven where she satt.
And looking upon her face
Did say unto her grace:
Blessed be thou Experience,
Full mighty is thy Influence;
Thy wondrous workes records full well
In wordell of wordels where thou doest dwell,
In Earth, in Heaven, and in Hell;
That thou art now the very same,
That of Nothing All things did frame,
VVherefore now blessed be thy Name.
Wherewith the Heavens opened, and fiery flames did fall
Downe from the Throne of endles Joy and seate imperiall,
Where Angels infinite
Like glistering Starrs did fitt:
So pure and simple was the Light,
As all the World had burnt bright;
The flames and floods began to roare,
And did present their hidden store,
Of Spirits that fing for evermore,
All glory and magnificence,
All humble thankes and reverence
Be given to EXPERIENCE.
Then sylence fell upon the face of Heaven Christalline
Where all the Powers mustered full ready [...]o encline;
To that most Sapient,
The high Omnipotent:
That said be it, and it was don,
Our Earth, our Heaven were begun;
I am said it the most of might,
In worde in lyfe and eke in light.
I am Mercy and Judgment right,
The Depth is myne so is the Hight:
The Cold, the Hot, the Moyst, the Dry,
Where All in All is there am I.
What thing can tell when I began, or when I make an end?
Wherewith I wrought, and what I mought, or what I did intend?
To doe when I had done
The worke I had begun.
For when my Being was alone
One thing I made when there was none,
A Masse confused darkely clad
That in it selfe all Nature had
To form and shape the good and bad;
And then as Tyme began to fall,
It pleased me the same to call
The first Matter, Mother of all.
And from that Lumpe divided I foure sundry Elements,
Whom I commanded for to raigne in divers Regiments:
In Kinde they did agree,
But not in Quality.
Whose simple Substance I did take,
My seate invisible to make:
And of the Qualites compound,
I made the Starry Sky so round
VVith living Bodyes on the ground;
And blessed them infinitely,
VVith lyfe and long prosperity,
And bad them grow and Multiply.
Respecting these divided things so created by me,
Their light and lively spreading forth of them in their degree;
Retourning to the Masse,
VVhere there begining was,
And saw the refuse of the same,
How Voyd and Empty it became,
All darke, and nothing to remaine,
I put with wrath and greate disdaine,
My only Curse there for to raygne;
For I the Author of all Light
Did banish Darknes from my sight,
And blessed all things that shined bright,
So that I mard nothing I made, for that I made is still,
And so shalbe unto the end, only to worke my will:
One thing was first imployd,
And shall not be destroid,
It compasseth the VVorld so round,
A Matter easy to be found:
And yet most hardest to come by:
A Secret of Secrets pardye,
That is most vile and least set by,
And it my Love and my Darling,
Conceived with all living thing,
And travells to the VVorlds ending.
What neede have I of mans Devise of Peny or of Pound,
Of Gold or Silver, Lead or Tynn, or Copper in the ground,
Iron or Silver Quick,
Whereat the blind do prick;
Of Cankered Corosives that rust,
By Salts and sulphurs all to dust?
Seeke out therefore my darllng deare;
For unto me it is most neere,
My spouse my Love and my Compeare:
And unto it looke thou direct
My seaven Children long elect,
That all things else they might reject.
A Child begetting his owne Father, and bearing his Mother,
Killing himselfe to give lyfe, and light to all other:
Is yt that I do meane,
Most myld and most extreame.
Did not the Word that dwelt in me
Take forme and walked visibly;
And did not I then dwell in it,
That dwelt in me for to unite
Three powers in one seate to sit?
And then Experience did say
Now knowest thou all, heere lyes the Key,
And then she vanisht cleane away.
There with arose Phylosophy as one filled with grace,
Whose looks did shew that she had byne in some Heavenly place:
For oft she wipt her Eyes,
And oft she bowd her knees.
And oft she kist the Steps with dread,
VVhereon Experience did tread;
And oft she cast her Head on high
And oft full low she cast her Eye
Experience for to espy:
But when she saw that she was gon,
And that her selfe was left alone:
I never hread thing make such mone.
FINIS.

THE MAGISTERY.

THrough want of Skill and Reasons light
Men stumble at Noone day;
Whilst buisily our Stone they seeke,
That lyeth in the way.
Who thus do seeke they know not what
Is't likely they should finde?
Or hitt the Marke whereat they ayme
Better then can the Blinde?
No, Hermes Sonns for Wisdome aske
Your footesteps shee'le direct:
Shee'le Natures way and secret Cave
And Tree of lyfe detect.
Son and Moone in Hermes vessell
Learne how the Collours shew,
The nature of the Elements,
And how the Daisies grow.
Greate Python how Appollo slew,
Cadmus his hollow-Oake:
His new rais'd army, and Iason how
The Fiery Steeres did yoke.
The Eagle which aloft doth fly
See that thou bring to ground;
And give unto the Snake some wings,
Which in the Earth is found.
Then in one Roome sure binde them both,
To fight till they be dead;
And that a Prinee of Kingdomes three
Of both them shalbe bred.
Which from the Cradle to his Crowne,
Is fed with his owne blood;
And though to some it seemeth strange,
He hath no other Foode.
Into his Virgin-Mothers wombe,
Againe he enter must;
Soe shall the King by his new-byrth,
Be ten times stronger just.
And able is his foes to foile,
The dead he will revive:
Oh happy man that understands
This Medicen to atchive!
Hoc opus exigium nobis fert ire per altum. DECEMBER, 1633.
W. B.

ANONYMI: OR, SEVERALL WORKES OF unknowne Authors.

NOw I schall her be gynne,
To teche the a Conclusion;
In the name of the Trenete
Send us grace that well hit be;
Now take two Onces as mych of anoder,
And dyssolve on ther with the toder,
Y tel the trowthe as my broder,
Put in to a Glas wyth owtten oder:
Than take three Onces of the bytter,
And meng hym with the swetter;
And put them than into a Glas,
Even right as the toder was:
Than take a unc of the best,
And do with hym as thou didst erst,
In a Glas than thou him put,
And loke thy mowth be wel I shut;
Now thow hast here Glasses thre,
Even lyke unto the Trynete,
Than hem stop these everychon,
Even a sute as thow hast on:
About thy Glasses a wal thow make,
Last the wynde ham al to crake,
[Page 345] Than thy Glassys now all I thre,
With yn that grave they schal be;
Now thys I fed with moysty hete,
To make that Glassys swynke and swete,
Then let hem stonde thus wekys thre;
And wel the beter they schal be.
Than put hem all now into on,
The wich ys lyke than be a stone;
Than let hem stonde so theryn,
Whan thou hast made thy Conjunction:
Tyl sevyn dayes be al I don,
Much the better woll be thy Ston;
Than upon thy Glas thow sett
A fayre heed and wel I mette,
Draw up thy water with esy fyre,
Within a Rotunde good and cler,
Tyl thi Mater wol styl no mer,
Than set thow hem in dry Fyr,
Than se thow styl with reasonabyl hete,
Tyl thy Mater wol no more lete.
Whan he ys ther both good and dry,
Ful fayne wolde he than be moysty;
Than wey that Stone within the Glas,
And put hym hys Lecur has it was;
Now whan thys fryst drawte ys don,
Thow must Embybe with good proporciun:
Now looke thow wel what ys hys whyght,
And wyth the fourth part than hym dyght,
And evermore wyth partys fowr,
Now tyl he be of Whyte colowr;
And thus loke thow make good wache,
Tyl the Body thy Spirit can cache;
And also thy Sowle so must he,
Than understand thow hast thre.
[Page 346] Now schyt thy Glas as hyt was er,
And worke hyt forthe on thys maner;
Whan tho thre to gedur ben knyte,
With moch joy than thow mayst sitte.
For than art thou ricchar than the King,
But he have the same thyng.
Thus is alle thy Medcyn wroght,
Evyn after thin owne thoght;
How thys Medcyn thow schalt encres,
And make hyt mor tyll thow lyst sees;
The trowth I schall now the certefie,
How thow schalt hyt thus Multyply:
Loke as thow did thy Werke befor,
Encres hit forth with mor and mor:
As thow did at the begynnyng,
So continu forth to the endyng:
Thus for soth infynytely
Thou mayst this craft forth Multiply:
Lyke as a man hath lytil Fyr,
And mor to make ys hys desyr;
He be hovyth this ys no nay,
More Wode or Cole ther to lay:
And thus he may hys Fyr encres,
That he schall never be fyreles.
One the same wise thou understande,
Ever thy Medcyn must be growande;
And whan the lyst Projecciun make,
Loke to this lesson good tent thou take;
Whan thy Medcyn is very parfit,
Thow schalt hym cast on hys lyke;
Als evyn than as thow can gese,
On part on Ten looke thow not messe,
The trowthe yf thow wil wete,
Than ys thy Lexer evyn complete;
[Page 347] And than of that On part thow take,
The trew Projeccion thus schalt thow make;
Cast that on Ten of Tyn or Leede,
Or Coper or Mercury ther in that steede,
Into fine Lun hit schal be broght,
Or into Sol evyn after thi thoght:
After that thy Lexer ys,
Be hit White or Rede I wys,
If thow hit cast on Iren also,
If it schal be Lun or Sol ther to:
Thys ar the Secrets of Phylosophie,
I councel the keepe hit secretlye;
And serve thy God both nyght and day,
The better thou shalt speede, thys ys no nay.
Now I have taught the how thow schalt do,
The blys of hevyn God bryng hus to.
[drawing of lunary plant]
HER ys an Erbe men calls Lunayrie,
I blesset mowte hys maker bee.
Asterion he ys, I callet alle so,
And other namys many and mo;
He ys an Erbe of grete myght,
Of Sol the Sunn he taketh hys lyght,
He ys the Fader, to Croppe and Rote;
Wyth fragrant Flowris that ben sote,
Flowrys to bere in that stede,
Swm ben Whyte, and swm ben Red:
Hys Lewys grwyth, both day and nyght,
Lyke to the Ferment that ys so bright:
I shall declare, thys Erbe so lyght,
To many a man hyt ys a fayre seyght;
Frist at the Rote I wolle be gynne,
That cawsyth alle thing for to sprynge;
[Page 349] A growyth a pon a Mowntayne brym,
Where Febis hath grete dominacion:
The Sune by day, the Mone by nygh [...],
That maketh hym both fayre and bryght,
The Rote growyth on stonns clere,
Whyte and Rede, that ys so peyre:
The Rote ys blacke, the Stalke ys red;
The wyche schall ther never be dede,
The Lewis ben rownd, as a Nowbel son,
And wexsyth and wanyth as the Mon:
In the meddes a marke the brede of a peni,
Lo thys is lyke to owre sweght Lunayre:
Hys Flowrys schynith, fayre and cler,
In alle the Worlde thaye have non pere,
He ys not fownde in no maner wyse,
But of a Schepeherd in Godis servyse:
The good Schepeherd that I her mene,
Ys he that keepeth hys Sowle clene:
Hys Flowrys ben gret and sum ben small,
Lyke to hem that growyth in Dale;
With many a vertu both fayre and cler,
As ther ben dayes in alle the yere,
Fro fallyng Ewel and alle Sekeneys,
From Sorowe he brengyth man to Bles;
Unto that blese that wee maye come,
Byth the help of Marys Sonne:
And of hys Moder that ys so fre,
Amen good Lord for cherite.
Spiritus, Anima, Corpus.
I Schal yow tel wyth hert mode,
Of thre Kynggys that ben so goude,
And how thaye cam to God almyght,
The wich was ther a sweet syght.
I figure now howr besset Stone,
Fro Heven wase sende downe to Solomon:
By an Angele bothe goude and stylle,
The wych wase than Christis wylle.
The present of hem in Bedlem than,
To Cryst brwght Aurum Tus & Myrham.
Owre Sol and Sulphir wyth his Mercuri,
Both Bodi and Soule wyth oure Luneyre.
Aurum betokeneth heer, owre Bodi than,
The wych was brwght to God and Man.
And Tus alleso owre Soule of lyfe,
Wyth Myrham owre Mercurye that ys hys Wyfe
Here be the thre namys fayre and good
And alle thaye ben but one in mode.
Lyke as the Trenite ys but on,
Ryght so conclude the Phylosofeers Stone.
Thow mayst a se her now in syght,
Off owre Stone figuriet a right.
How sende he wase out of Heven,
By an Angele wyth mylde Stefyn.
And by hys fygure thow mayst se
That hyt ys lyke to personis Thre.
To Fader and Sonne and holi Gost,
The wych was and ys of mytis most;
Into hys blyse now come wee,
Amen goud Lord for cheyte.
Ishew you here a short Conclusion,
To understand it if ye have grace,
Wrighten without any delusion;
Comprehended in a litle space.
All that in this Booke wrighten is,
In this 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 Seven
That 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 Bretheren doe each one,
A similitude of every like thing,
Of the which we make our Stone.
Our Stone is made of one 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 our Fier.
Now have yee Elements foure of might,
And yet there appereth but two in sight;
Water and Earth ye may well see,
Fier and Aer be in them as quality:
[Page 353] 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 they 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 contrived
A 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 a ly.
Our Aurum potabile Nature will increase,
Of Philosophers Gold if it be perfectly wrought,
The Phisitians with Minerall puteth him in prese:
Litle it availeth or else right nought.
This Scyence shall ye finde in the old boke of Turb;
How perfectly thisMedicine Philosophers have wrought,
[Page 354] Rosary with him also doth record,
More then four Flements 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 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.
Ioy eternall and everlasting blisse,
Be to Almyghty God that never schal miss.

In some Copies I found these following Verses 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 the bottome of his Well,
Tyl all his Leprousie will no longer dwell,
In his owne Nature he altereth cleane
Into a pure substance, ye wat what I meane.
I shew you here a short Conclusion, &c.
WHy art thou so Poore and I so Rich,
Aboundance of Tresure in me thow maist
In all the World I am nothing so liche;
As Man that is so proginitous to my kynde,
The Rych man on the Poore hath no pity,
In me therefore have thow affiance,
It is oft tymes seene in Towne and Cittie:
He is evyll at ease that hath no Craft nor Scyence.
The Ryche men of the Poore now have greate dispight,
That they should wyth thyr cunyng any good thing wyn;
And to give to the Poore almes they have no delight,
Lytle is the Charity that is them within,
And Ensample of Dives as the Scripture can tell,
Poore Lazerus at his Gate for default dyed;
Had he given him Almes he had not gon to hell,
Now for to repent him truly it is too late.
Man thou hast no goods but God doth them send,
Departe with thy Brother as God doth thee Comand.
Thy lyfe that wyll the better amend,
Death will with thee make a suddaine hand,
Thy worldly goods thow schalt forsaken:
Give every Beast againe his due,
And than schall thy body be full naked:
Death on the will nothing rue.
Why so far and I so neare?
Hast thou no grace Man me to meete,
So oftyn as I to the do appeare;
And yet of me thou takest no keepe,
In common Mercury thou doest me seeke:
In Alkali and in Alembroke,
In common Sulphur and Arsenick eke,
Which makes many a man to dote.
Common Mercury is not good,
It bringeth many a man to care;
[Page 356] It makes his Haire grow through his hood,
And his Purse both thin and bare.
Mercury and I are of allye,
But she with me may not compare;
In nature she is both cold and dry,
Therefore I councell thee to beware:
Many a man she makes full bare,
Because she lacks humidity,
On her to spend they would spare,
She brings many a man to poverty.
I am she which wise men seeke,
Mercury which is most of might;
Hot and moyst, light and weake,
Of the Elements I am full right,
Water, Earth, Aire and Fire,
Quality, and Quantity, you can never have your desire,
Without Concoction perfectly,
Great riches in us be,
Who hath grace us for to know,
By vertue of her humidity,
In the Fire our Stone doth grow.
Thou needy man, where is thy minde?
I councell thee this lesson leare:
Our Mercury is but of one thing,
In our Vessell thin and cleere.
Common Mercury in him is none,
Neither Gold nor Silver in him none is;
Of Mettalls we make not our Stone,
By proportion more or lesse,
All manner of Mettalls we deny,
Untill the time our Stone be wrought,
All other Receipts we defie
That of the Potecaryes be bought,
With all Spices, save onely Mercury.
[Page 357] Gould with him stands us in steed,
Our Medicine for to Multiplie,
After our Phisicks Stone be Red.
A true Lesson I have thee tought,
Pray for me and forget it nought:
Many Bookes mayst thou see,
That is not writ so openly.
And as I am true Christian man,
A truer Booke findest thou none;
And thou wilt of this Scyence leare
In riches thou shalt have no peare;
He that made this Booke hath it well preved,
The better therefore he may be beleived;
Therefoee I pray you for charity,
To keepe this Booke very secretly.
If any man this Science of you will crave,
Know he be Sapient that the Coppy shall have
I made it not for every man,
Neither for them that litle good can,
But for me and for my Brother,
Such as have Reason and no other;
Keepe this Lesson well in minde,
Beware thou worke not against Kinde;
And in thy Worke make no greate hast,
That thou labour not in wast:
Worke in light and not in darke,
And ask Councell of a Clerke:
Else may you both lightly fayle,
Without you have both good Counsayle.
TAke our Rose with the red Flower,
Which thou maist know by his Colour;
And him knock into Plates small,
A like thin beate over all.
And with a Corosive good and fine,
Forthwith drawe the same tyne;
Of things that be new and good,
And diverse in Nature and one in Moode,
And put together with strong grinding,
In Horse wombe ever abiding;
In a Vessell good and strong,
Thou so it rule and thinke it not longe,
For within a Moneth or litle moe,
And with his might the Body slo;
Thy Corrosive will thy Rose so frett,
Till he be thin as Milke in Meate.
But how the Corrosive made shalbe,
I will it shew plainely to thee;
As I said to thee before,
Elss knowest thou litle of this lore.
Take Maidens Urine younge of age,
Ashes, Salt, and Lyme,
Of him together make a mariage.
Then the Corrosive is both good and fine:
For without this Corrosive shortly said,
Well compound together in One,
All your Worke is but voyd;
As Philosophers write every ech one:
For Doctors both to lay and Clearke,
Written that our first Warke
Is to bring our Body all and some;
And him to reduce in Mercurium.
Then is our Worke well begun,
If the first love be thus wone.
Now say Philosophers much more,
Our second Worke if thou wilt know,
Labour with paine and travell therefore:
And God is ready thee it to shew,
To bring our Water into Air,
Of Philosophers the second verse,
Spare not to worke and be not afraid;
For so it will be without lese,
But yet be wise in the Warke,
For hasty men never lack woe:
And aske the Councll of a Clarke,
For sober thrift is best thereto,
And so Continue night and day
I thee charge, and sleepe thee not,
For in six Weekes truly in fay,
All into Earth it wilbe brought:
So the Fyre continued be,
Every Decoction to even measure,
And after that fyre his quality,
Thou must all the Worke rule,
For when it is in Earth full black,
Then is it our black Stone,
He is so strong he may not lack,
Tyll all thy Worke be y done.
The third degree as I thee say,
Of our Stone now black as pitch,
Thou must him wash with waters gay;
And make him white for so did Ich;
And when thou hast washt him cleane,
Then is his blacknes gone;
Then is he bright and shine,
As Carbuncle or Beril stone:
But ere he come to that degree,
It wilbe labour but thinke not long,
[Page 360] For many a Colour change will he,
Browne, Red, Russet, ever amonge:
After that to many other mo,
Greene, Blew, Pale and Whyte,
But all these let them goe,
They are not to thy profit,
And when thou hast thus wrought,
By six weekes and a day,
Then is the Earth truly sought,
A white powder collor'd in fay:
But then spare the fyre,
And bate him even to measure;
And within a month and litle mo,
The Whyte Stone hath nigh sure done,
Which will shine and melt as wax,
He must needes Masteries do,
The Spirit and Soule make him so lax;
That all other kindes he tourne him to.
Then Ferment him with his like,
By joyning of true Decoction,
And feede him forth by litle and lite,
That both together be brought in one,
In Colour sight and Demeane,
That there be no division:
As thou hast wrought so will it prove,
Take heede how thou hast done
In this worke of Conjunction;
Thou shalt se marvells greate,
Both going up and coming downe,
Of Colours springing by the heate:
For the soule that is so withheld,
Andthe spirit that is so bright,
I men it seene say they would,
Certaine it were a wondrous sight,
[Page 361] And all this is past,
That God and Kinde hath done his cure,
Of the Whyte Stone be not agast,
He will not flee but bide the Fyre.
Now farther if thou wilt Worke,
To have the ready way,
Take good heede and be not dull,
For ile tell thee the truth in fay:
Hold alwaies as thou did
Before in the other Stone,
Thou cannot faile God be thy spede,
As Clerkes write every one,
For your Fyre will him dere,
So it be dry and lastingly;
Save other while the changing cheare,
Till he have sottill fasting and slye.
First I wot well change he woll,
Into Citrine and pure degree;
And after that Colour is full,
He shall never but be White ay,
After that Tawny and Colour de Pale,
He changeth often in such lay:
Till he be Red withouten faile,
As good Coroll or Rose in May.
Then dread he nothing I wis,
Of this Worlds adversity,
An Emperour of conquest then he is,
The Philosophers sayne worthy to be:
And when thou hast thus done,
And thereof seene the privity,
Thanke God and Christ his only Son.
Together with our blessed Lady.
TAke of the eger bloud that is so Red,
And distill that by Lymbick till it be bright,
Therewith dissolve the Philosphers lead,
Filtering it till it be cleere in sight,
Evaporating it if ye do right.
And from the Medicine with strong Fier,
D [...]still our Mercury most of myght,
Rede as blood and strong of Eyre,
And there you have your Stone I wysse,
Conteyning in them all that you neede,
The Erth thereof true Ferment is.
Of our purpose yf you will speede,
In other Bokes whatsoever you Reede,
From this Doctrine you never flitt,
But further with these Stones proceede;
Into foure Elements dividing it,
Ayre, Water and Oyle well rectified,
The Earth by boyling make white as Whale bone,
Againe together them neately joyne,
And of them make a precious stone;
The matter goeth to the White alone,
This Aristotle tought Alexander his lore,
The Stone thus fixed make fugitive,
Againe with Aer reserved in Store;
And then againe make fix belyve:
Multiply it in one and more,
With Nature and Oyle reserved in store,
Both white and red as you did first,
This secret made me study full sore,
Many a night ere I it wyste;
[Page 363] For my Master from me it hidd.
Now is one point yet behind,
With this Stone that must be done:
Ingendering him of Water, Ayr and Winde,
The Red on Sun the White on Moone,
Molten looke thow cast full soone;
And Multiply in them their Tincture,
And then take of the powder with a spoone,
And straine it on Mercury hott and pure;
And a marvelous Battell thow shalt se soone
Betweene that and the said Mercury,
Either it will turne it Sun or Moone,
And then thou shalt the Mastery unfold,
And thus proceeding Multiply,
In every thing as I have tould;
And thus endeth our PHILOSOPHY.
THe World is in a Maze, and wot you why?
Forsooth of late a great rich Man did dye;
And as he lay a dying in his Bed,
These words in secret to his Son he said.
My Son quoth he, tis good for thee I dye,
For thou shalt much the better be thereby;
And when thou seest that lyfe hath me bereft,
Take what thou findst, and where I have it left
Thou dost not know, nor what my riches be,
All which I will declare, give Eare to me.
An Earth I had all Venome to expell,
And that I cast into a mighty Well;
A Water eke to clense what was amisse,
I threw into the Earth and there it is;
My Silver all into the Sea I cast,
[Page 364] My Gold into the Air, and at the last
Into the Fyre for feare it should be found,
I threw a Stone worth forty thousand pound:
Which Stone was given me by a mighty King,
Who bad me weare it in a fore-fold Ringe:
Quoth he this Stone is by that Ring found out,
If wisely thou canst turne this Ring about:
For every Hoope contrary is to other,
Yet all agree and of the Stone is Mother.
And now my Son I will declare a wonder,
That when I dye this Ring must breake assunder:
The King said so, but then he said withall,
Although the Ring be broke in peeces small;
An easy Fire shall soone it close againe;
Who this can doe he neede not worke in vaine.
Tyll this my hidden Treasure be found out
(When I am dead) my Spirit shall walke about;
Make him to bring your Fier from the Grave,
And stay with him till you my Riches have;
Theis Words a wordly man did chance to here,
Who daily watcht the Spirit but nere the neere;
And yet it meetes with him and every one,
Yet tells him not where is this hidden STONE.

A Dialogue betwixt the FATHER and the SONNE, Concerning the two Principles of the BLESSED STONE.

Father.
MY Sonne if that Sulphur be absent away,
Our worke is reproved what ever they say,
And it is Water & Fire as tru as your Creed
Which constraineth a Body till it be dead:
Of him shalt thou never have your desire,
Till he be blew as Lead through his owne Fire,
I do liken our Sulphur to the Magnet Stone,
That still draweth to her Naturally,
So with our Sulphur the firey Woman Mercury,
When she would from her husband flye.
Son.
Father I pray you for Charity,
Where shall I this Sulphur finde?
For I never did him se with Eye;
Nor never knew him in his kinde.
Father.
In our Water my Sonne keepe it in your minde,
Where he will appeare so white as any snow,
Son.
Grammercy Father ye be full kinde,
For through your teaching full well I know.
Now teach me the Red stone when it is in minde,
How it is made by Natures Law.
Father.
The White and Red be both of one kinde,
Now hast thou my Son all thy desire,
Whose tincture by growing thou shalt it so finde,
Through vertue of the Sun and regiment of Fire
His riches there he doth increase,
Farre passing all that I can name,
If they in Fire shall come in presse:
Gune is their glory but he the same,
[Page 366] For the vertues of the Planets seaven
Shall have, and also from the Pole of heven,
Since the VVorld began noe Gemme is found
Equall him till in vertues all,
The Saphir, nor the Diamond,
The Ruby rich behind shall fall,
So shall the Turkie and Carbuncle:
If they in fire togeather shall fight,
All One except shall loose their might,
The fire on him hath power none,
His Elements be so coequall,
An Incombustible Oyle is this our Stone
In power farr passing others all.
Son.
In what Element Father is our Sulphur bright?
Is it in all, or is it in one?
Father.
In all Sonne he must need be of right,
For Seperacion of Elements we make none:
And yett in them we can it not see,
For sensuall matter is he none,
But equallitie only intellectuall,
Without which our Stone never fixt be shall.
Qualitie Sonne alsoe groweth in the fire;
Betwixt the White stone and the Read,
For Colours many to you shall appeare,
Untill the tyme the Woman be dead:
The which things if ye shall not see,
Red shall your Stone at noe time bee;
For where the Woman is in presence,
There is much moysture and Accidence:
Watry humors that in her bee
Will drowne and devoure our qualitye,
Remember and thinke of Noahs flood,
For too much Water was never good:
And yet as qualitie is hid in quantitie,
[Page 367] So must in Water our Earth be:
Riches in him thou shalt much finde,
After alteracions all due to his kinde;
When Oyle in him is coagulate,
Then is our Stone body made liquefact:
When Sulphur Water and Oyle be one,
Indued with riches then is our Stone.
I cannot thee tell a richer thing;
Then is our Stone when he is fire dureing,
Our Fire maketh her so strong.
Son.
Father how to make our Stone,
Fayne would I knowe that have we done;
Father.
My Sonne with lent and easie heate,
The Elements togeather will kindly meate:
Haste not to fast whilest they be rawe,
Keepe well the Fie, beware of the lowe.
Shutt well the Vessle 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 meete
Keepe this as your principall secrete,
At your 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 mesure indeed;
And there withall now will I end,
And to God onely thee Commend.

JOHN GOWER CONCERNING The PHILOSOPHERS STONE.

AND also with great diligence,
Thei fonde thilke Experience:
Which cleped is Alconomie,
Whereof the Silver multeplie;
Thei made, and eke the Gold also.
And for to telle howe itt is so:
Of bodies seven in Speciall,
With fowre Spirites joynt withall;
Stant the substance of this matere,
The bodies which I speke of here,
Of the Plannets ben begonne,
The Gold is titled to the Sonne:
The Moone of Silver hath his part,
And Iron that stonde uppon Mart:
The Leed after Saturne groweth,
And Jupiter the Brasse bestoweth;
The Copper sette is to Venus:
And to his part Mercurius
Hath the Quicksilver, as it falleth,
The which after the Boke it calleth,
Is first of thilke foure named
Of Spirits, which ben proclaymed,
And the Spirite which is seconde,
In Sal Armoniake is founde:
[Page 369] The third Spirite Sulphur is,
The fourth Sewende after this,
Arcennium by name is hotte
With blowyng, and with fires hote:
In these things which I say,
Thei worchen by divers waye.
For as the Philosopher tolde,
Of Gold and Sylver thei ben holde,
Two principall extremitees,
To which all other by degrees,
Of the mettalls ben accordant,
And so through kinde resemblant:
That what man couth awaie take,
The rust, of which they waxen blake,
And the savour of the hardnes;
Thei shulden take the likenes;
Of Gold or Silver parfectly,
But for to worche it sykerly,
Betweene the Corps and the Spirite,
Er that the Metall be parfite,
In seven formes itt is sette
Of all, and if one be lette,
The remnant may not avayle,
But otherwise it maie nought fayle;
For thei by whome this Art was founde,
To every poynt a certayne bounde,
Ordeinen that a man may finde,
This Craft is wrought by wey of kinde;
So that there is no fallace in;
But what man that this werke begyn;
He mote awaite at every tyde,
So that nothynge be left asyde.
Fyrst of the Distillacion,
Forth with the Congelacion,
[Page 370] Solucion, Disscencion,
And kepe in his entencion,
The poynt of Sublimacion,
And forthwith Calcinacion,
Of very Approbacion,
So that there be Fixacion,
With temperate hetes of the fyer,
Tyll he the perfite Elixer,
Of thilke Philosophers Stone,
Maie gette, of which that many one
Of Philosophers whilome write:
And if thou wolt the names wite,
Of thilke Stone with other two,
Which as the Clerkes maden tho;
So as the Bokes itt recorden,
The kinde of hem I shall recorden.
These old Philosophers wyse,
By wey of kynde in sondry wise;
Thre Stones made through Clergie,
The fyrst I shall specifie,
Was cleped Vegetabilis;
Of which the proper vertue is,
To mans heale for to serve,
As for to keepe, and to preserve,
The body fro sicknes all,
Till death of kinde upon hym fall.
The second Stone I the behote,
Is Lapis Animalis hote:
The whose vertue, is proper and couth,
For Eare and Eye, Nose and Mouth;
Whereof a man may here, and see,
And smell and tast, in his degree,
And for to feele and for to goe,
Itt helpeth a man of both two:
[Page 371] The witts five he underfongeth
To keepe, as it to hym belongeth.
The third Stone in speciall
by name is cleped Minerall,
Which the Mettalls of every myne,
Attempreth, till that thei ben fyne;
And pureth hem by such a wey,
That all the vice goth awey,
Of Rust, of Stynke, and of Hardnes:
And when they ben of such clennes,
This minerall so as I fynde,
Transformeth all the fyrst kynde,
And maketh hem able to conceive,
Through his vertue and receive
Both in substance and in figure,
Of Gold and Silver the nature.
For thei two ben the extremitees,
To which after the propertees,
Hath every mettall his desire,
With helpe and comforte of the fyre.
Forth with this Stone as it is said,
Which to the Sonne and Moone is laide:
For to the Red, and to the White,
This Stone hath power to profite;
It maketh Multiplicacion
Of Gold and the fixacion,
It cause [...]h and of this babite,
He doth the werke to be parfite:
Of thilke Elixer which men call
Alconomy, as is befalle
To hem, that whilome were wise;
But now it stant all otherwise:
Thei speken fast of thilke Stone,
But how to make it now wote none.
[Page 372] After the sooth Experience,
And nathles greate diligence,
Thei setten up thilke dede,
And spillen more then thei spede;
For alwey thei fynde a lette,
Which bringeth in povetee and Dette;
To hem that rich were to fore,
The Losse is had the Lucre is lore:
To gette a pound thei spenden five,
I not how such a Craft shall thrive:
In the manner as it is used,
It were better be refused,
Then for to worchen upon wene,
In thinge which stant not as thei wene:
But not for thy who that it knew,
The Science of himselfe is trew:
Uppon the forme as it was founded,
Whereof the names yett be grounded;
Of hem, that first it founden out:
And thus the fame goth all about,
To such as soughten besines,
Of vetue and of worthines,
Of whom if I the names call,
Hermes was one the first of all,
To whom this Art is most applied,
Geber thereof was magnified,
And Ortolane and Morien,
Among the which is Avicen.
Which founde and wrote and greate partie,
The practicke of Alconomie,
Whose bokes plainlie as thei stonde,
Uppon this Crafte few understonde.
But yet to put hem in assay,
There ben full manie now a day,
[Page 373] That knowen litle that thei mene,
It is not one to wite and wene,
In forme of words thei it trete;
But yet thei failen of beyet.
For of to much, or of to lite,
There is algate found a wite:
So that thei follow not the line,
Of the perfect Medicine,
Which grounded is upon nature;
But thei that writen the Scripture;
Of Greke, Arabe, and Caldee,
Thei were of such Auctoritee,
That thei firste founden out the wey,
Of all that thou hast herd me sey,
Whereof the Cronicke of her Lore,
Shall stonde in price for evermore.

THE VISION OF Sr: GEORGE RIPLEY: CHANON of BRIDLINGTON.

WHen busie at my booke I was upon a certeine night,
This Vision here exprest appear'd unto my dim­med sight,
A Toade full rudde I saw did drinke the juce of grapes so fast,
Till over charged with the broth, his bowells all to brast;
And after that from poysoned bulke he cast his venome fell,
For greif and paine whereof his Members all began to swell,
With drops of poysoned sweate approaching thus his secret Den,
His cave with blasts of fumous ayre he all be-whyted then;
And from the which in space a golden humour did ensue,
Whose falling drops from high did staine the soile with ruddy hew:
And when this Corps the force of vitall breath began to lacke,
This dying Toade became forthwith like Coale for colour blacke:
Thus drowned in his proper veynes of poysoned flood,
For tearme of eightie dayes and fowre he rotting stood:
By tryall then this venome to expell I did desire,
For which I did committ his carkase to a gentle fire:
Which done, a wonder to the fight, but more to be rehear'st,
The Toade with Colours rare through every side was pear'st,
And VVhite appeared when all the sundry hewes were past,
Which after being tincted Rudde, for evermore did last.
Then of the venome handled thus a medicine I did make;
VVhich venome kills and saveth such as venome chance to take.
Glory be to him the graunter of such secret wayes,
Dominion, and Honour, both with Worship, and with Prayse.

AMEN.

VERSES BELONGING TO AN EMBLEMATICALL SCROVVLE: Supposed to be invented by GEO: RIPLEY.

I Shall you tell with plaine declaracion,
Where, how, and what is my generacion:
Omogeni is my Father,
And Magnesia is my Mother:
And Azot truly is my Sister,
And Kibrick forsooth is my Brother:
The Serpent of Arabia is my name,
The which is leader of all this game:
That sometyme was both wood and wild,
And now I am both meeke and mild;
The Sun and the Moone with their might,
Have chastised me that was so light:
My Wings that me brought,
Hither and thither where I thought
Now with their might they downe me pull,
And bring me where they woll,
The blood of myne heart I wiss,
Now causeth both Joy and blisse:
[Page 376] And dissolveth the very Stone,
And knitteth him ere he have done;
Now maketh hard that was lix,
And causeth him to be fix.
Of my blood and water I wis,
Plenty in all the World there is.
It runneth in every place;
Who it findeth he hath grace:
In the World it runneth over all,
And goeth round as a ball:
But thou understand well this,
Of the worke thou shalt miss.
Therefore know ere thou begin,
What he is and all his kin,
Many a Name he hath full sure,
And all is but one Nature:
Thou must part him in three,
And then knit him as the Trinity:
And make them all but one,
Loe here is the Philosophers Stone.
THe Bird of Hermes is my name,
Eating my wings to make me tame.
IN the Sea withouten lesse,
Standeth the Bird of Hermes:
Eating his Wings variable,
And thereby maketh himselfe more stable;
When all his Fethers be agon,
He standeth still there as a stone;
Here is now both White and Red,
And also the Stone to quicken the dead,
[Page 377] All and sume withouten fable,
Both hard, and nesh and malliable
Understand now well aright,
And thanke God of this sight.
TAKE thou Phoebus that is so bright,
That sitteth so high in Majesty;
With his beames that shineth soe light,
In all places where ever that he be,
For he is Father to all living things,
Maynteyner of Lyfe to Crop and Roote,
And causeth Nature forth to spring;
With his wife being soote,
For he is salve to every sore,
To bring about thys precious worke;
Take good heede unto his lore,
I say to learned and to Clerk,
And Omogeny is my Name:
Which God shaped with his owne hand,
And Magnesia is my Dame;
Thou shalt verily understand,
Now heere I shall begin,
For to teach thee a ready way:
Or else litle shalt thou wyn,
Take good heed what I say;
Devide thou Phoebus in many a parte;
With his beames that byn so bright,
And thus with Nature him Coarte,
The which is mirrour of all light:
This Phoebus hath full many a Name,
Which that is full hard for to know;
And but thou take the very same,
The Philosophers Stone thou shalt not know,
[Page 378] Therefore I councell ere thou begin:
Know him well what it be,
And that is thick make it thin;
For then it shall full well like the.
Now understand well what I meane,
And take good heed thereunto,
The worke shall else litle be seene:
And tourne thee unto mikle woe,
As I have said in this our Lore,
Many a Name I wiss it have,
Some behinde, and some before;
As Philosophers of yore him gave.
ON the Ground there is a Hill,
Also a Serpent within a Well:
His Tayle is long with Wings wide,
All ready to fly on every side,
Repaire the Well round about,
That the Serpent pas not out;
For if that he be there agone,
Thou loosest the verue of the Stone,
What is the Ground thou mayst know heere,
And also the Well that is so cleere:
And eke the Serpent with his Tayle,
Or else the worke shall litle availe,
The Well must brenne in Water cleare,
Take good heede for this thy Fyre,
The Fire with Water brent shal [...]e,
And Water with Fire wash shall he;
Then Earth on Fire shalbe put,
And Water with Air shalbe knit,
Thus ye shall go to Putrefaccion,
And bring the Serpent to reduction.
[Page 379] First he shalbe Black as any Crow,
And downe in his Den shall lye full lowe:
I swel'd as a Toade that lyeth on ground,
Burst with bladders sitting so round,
They shall to brast and lye full plaine,
And thus with craft the Serpent is slaine:
He shall shew Collours there many a one,
And tourne as White as wilbe the bone,
With the Water that he was in,
Wash him cleane from his sin:
And let him drinke a litle and a lite,
And that shall make him faire and white,
The which Whitnes is ever abiding,
Lo here is the very full finishing:
Of the White Stone and the Red,
Loe here is the true deed.
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THE MISTERY OF ALCHYMISTS, Composed by Sir Geo: Ripley Chanon of Bridlington.

WHen ☉ in ♈ and Phoebus shines bright,
The Elements reviving the new Year spring­ing
The Son by his vertue gives Nature & Light,
And moysture refresheth all things growing:
In the season of the Yeare when the Sun waxeth warme,
Freshly and fragrante the Flowers doe grow,
Of Natures subtill working we cannot discerne,
Nor yet by our Reason we can it not know,
In foure Elements is comprehended things Three,
Animalls, Vegetabills, Mineralls must be,
Of this is our Principle that we make our Stone,
Quality and Quantity is unknowne to many one.
Son.
Quality (Father) would I faine know,
Of what nature it is and what it hath in his kinde.
Father.
As Colours divers which on the ground do grow,
Keepe well this secret (Son) and marke it in thy minde.
Son.
Without Proportion (Father) how should I it know,
This working now is far from my minde.
Father.
Nature and kinde ▪Son) together do grow,
Quality by waight (Son) shalt thow never finde.
Son.
To seperate Elements (Father) I must needes know,
Either in Proportion which be more or less.
Father.
[Page 381]
Out of our Principle foure Elements thou shalt draw,
Thou shalt neede nothing else that needefull is;
Our Principle in quality is so perfectly mixed,
By vertue of the Son and his quality,
So equaly Joyned, so throughly fixed,
As nothing so well mixed may be.
Son.
This Principle (Father) is but one thing,
Good (Father) tel me where it doth grow.
Father.
In every place (Son) you shall him well finde;
By Tast and by Colour thou shalt him well know;
Fowles in the Ayer with it doe fly,
And Fishes doe swim there with in the Sea,
With Reason of Angels you may it diserne,
Both Man and Woman to governe,
With our fixed Body (Son) we must thus begin.
Of him make Mercury and Water cleare,
Man and Woman is them within,
Married together by vertue of our Fire,
The Woman in her working is full wild,
Be well aware she goe not out;
Till she have conceived and borne a Chylde,
Then all his Kin on him shall lout;
In their workes they be unstable,
The Elements they be so raw;
And in their Colour so variable,
As some tyme like the head of a Crow,
When he is black ye may well like,
Putrefaction must go beforne,
After Blacke he wilbe White,
Then thanke ye God the Chyld is borne.
This Child is both King and Emperour,
Through his region both far and neere;
All the World doth him honour,
By the vertue he hath taken of the Fire:
[Page 382] His first Vesture is White and pure,
As any Christall shining cleere,
Of White tincture then be you sure;
By verture taken of our Fire,
His first Vesture that is so White,
Betokeneth his Virginity,
A similitude even thereto like,
And according to the Trinity:
Our Medicen is made of things Three,
Against which the Philosophers cannot say nay,
The Father, the Son in one degree,
Corpus, Spiritus & Anima.
When Nature is with Nature, thou mayst fruite finde,
By proportion more or lesse,
In practise hereof many men be blinde,
Because they understand not what Nature is;
His second Vesture as Gold is Red,
In his Vessell bright shining,
A Diadem set on his head,
Richer then any earthly thing.
His third Vesture is Purple pure,
Like Sun-beames he shineth bright and clere,
Of Red tincture then be you sure:
By the vertue he hath taken of our Fire.
My beloved Son I commande thee,
As thou wilt have my love and blessing,
That thou to God kneele on thy knee,
Unto him give laude and thankeing;
For theis guifts of grace geven unto thee,
To have trew knowledge of this worthy Scyence,
That many men seeke by land and sea,
And cannot finde it for any expence:
I shall shew thee my Son here a hid Secret,
Because thou art vertuous in thy living,
[Page 383] Of me else shouldst thou never it weet,
And for thou art wise in thy Councell keeping,
And therefore I charge thee on my blessing,
Not to shew it to any man living,
For it is the first Principle of our blessed Stone,
Through which our noble worke is releeved,
Note well that I shew now to thee my Son,
If Sulphur be absent our worke is deprived;
Our Sulphur my Son is Water and Fire,
Constraining the Body till it be dead,
Of hem thou hast never thy desire,
Till he be bloe as any Lead,
After all this he doth revive,
That in his Vessell before was dead;
I can no better in my reason contrive,
Then to figure him to the greate God head.
For as there dyed no more then One,
Howbeit that there be persons Three,
The Father, the Son by might is one:
The holy Ghost make our full Trinity:
A similitude like unto our Stone,
In him ben things three which be concluded all in one,
Our Sulphur is likened to the holy Ghost,
For he is quick, called the Spirit of Slyfe,
In his working of might he is most.
He raiseth our Body from death to lyfe,
Many (my Son) with him do rise,
The holy Gospell therein is expert,
The number my reason cannot contrive,
Multum & quantum fructum adfert:
I liken our Sulphur to the Adamant Stone,
That Steele drawes to him naturally,
So doth our Sulphur the woman,
When she from her husband would flye.
Son.
[Page 384]
I muse greatly (Father) and mervaile in minde,
Whereof this Stone is ingendered,
And also of what manner of kinde,
For I have traveled many a Country,
In vallies low and on hills high,
And spurred therefore of foes and freind,
Yet could I never that Sulphur see,
Nor in any place wat I where him to finde.
Father.
Son he is made of the Elements,
That God hath given both soule and lyfe,
From Mettall he may never be absent,
For he rules both man and wife.
Son.
Father I pray you for charity,
Where shall I this Sulphur finde,
For perfectly I know him not by quality,
Nor yet to fore know him by kinde.
Father.
In our Water Son keepe this in minde,
For there he will appeare as white as snow.
Son.
Gramarcy Father to me ye be full kinde,
For through your teaching full well I it know,
Now Father I pray you for charity,
The while it is in your minde,
To ken the red Sulphur that you will teach me,
And then I trust your Doctrine to finde.
Father.
White and Red Son be both one in kinde,
Now hast thou all thy desire,
Keepe well this secret and close it in thy minde,
His tincture and growing is by vertue of our Fire,
For in our Fire our Stone will grow,
And there his riches he doth encrease,
And so doth no Stone that I do know,
That in the fire will put him in prease;
We liken him therefore unto the Sun,
That to all Elements giveth light.
[Page 385] Never sith the World was begun,
Was any but he of so much might,
Were he never of so high degree,
Saphir, Diamond or Emarald Stone,
The Turcas, or the rich Ruby,
Of all vertuous Stones set ower alone,
The greatest Carbuncle that is full of light,
May not with our Stone Compaire,
For if they in the Fire should fight,
The Carbuncle of vertue should be full bare,
To destroy our Stone, Son that will not be,
The Elements in him be so equall;
He is an Oyle incumbustible,
And of all things most imperiall.
Son.
In which Elements (Father) is our Sulphur in?
Is he in all, or in any one?
Father.
In all (Son) he needes must be,
For Seperation of Elements make we none,
Sulphur in Elements Son we may not see,
By Nature in them he is so privily mixed,
In Elements he is a quality,
Our Stone will never else be perfectly fixed.
Quality (Son) growes also in fire,
Betwixt the White Stone and the Redd,
For many Colours there will appere,
While the tyme the Woman be dead.
Son.
Father must the Woman needes be dead?
Father.
Our Stone else my Son will never be Redd;
For whereas a Woman is in presence,
There is much moysture and accidence,
Wetnes and humours in her be,
The which would drown'd our Quality;
Perceive well (Son) by Noahs flood,
To much moysture was never good.
Like as quality is hid in quantity,
[Page 386] So must our Erth in Waters be,
The riches in him thou shalt finde,
After alteration of kinde,
His Oyle in him is congelate,
This makes our Body liquefact,
Sulphur and Oyle all of one kinde,
Which makes our Stone rich and couloring;
I cannot tell thee Son a richer thing,
Then he is in the Fire during,
The Fire to him may do no wrong,
Sulphur of Nature makes him so strong.
Son.
How to make our Stone (Father) I would faine know.
Father.
In soft heates my (Son) Elements will meete,
Hast not to fast whilst they be rawe,
In the Vessell (Son) the better thou shalt him keepe,
Rule well the Fire and and beware of the Lawe,
Shut well the Vessell for going forth of the Spirit;
Soe shall you all things the better keepe;
For how to get him againe it is strange to know,
It is hard for some men to make Elements meere,
Keepe well this Secret Son and God daily praise,
Put into thy Vessell Water cleare,
And set it in Fire full forty dayes,
And then in the Vessell blacknes will appeare,
When that he is black he will change tyte,
Many Colers in him then will appeare,
From coulour to colour till it be white,
Then it is tyme Son to change the Fire,
And melt the heat to your desire;
And if you will have him White still,
Then must you your Medicine apply,
A dry Fire put him till,
And a moyst Fire naturally,
Till he be made fixed,
For to take Mercury before his flight,
[Page 387] As he is by nature privily mixed,
Of fusion then he shalbe light,
And if you to his proportion take,
Fine Luna then will he make,
So micle of piercing will he be,
Both fluxible with penetrabilitie;
And (Son) if thou wilt have thy Medicine Red,
In a dry Fire thou shalt him keepe,
Ever still in one steed,
That never your Vessell come to wet.
Son.
So hard, so heavy and so peircing,
(Father) this a wonderous thing,
So hot, so moyst, so light, so wet,
This greate Secret Father will I keepe,
So white, so red, so profitable,
Of all Stones most incomparable.
Father.
He may do more then any King,
He is so rich Son in his working,
Gould and Silver men would faine have,
Poore and rich for it do crave,
They that of it have most aboundance,
Of the people have most obaisance,
To serve them both day and night,
And in the feeld will for it fight,
Therefore Son upon my blessing,
Keepe secretly this precious cunning,
Of thy Councell make neither King nor Knight,
If they knew they would set it light;
For when they have what they will,
God's curse wil come they say the untill,
For had I wist and had I wend,
That commeth evermore behinde,
Our Mercury my (Son) is white and thin,
In our Vessell shining bright and cleere,
Our Sulphur is in him within,
[Page 388] Burning him more then our dry Fire,
He fixes him more in one yeare,
By his naturall working I understand,
Then doth the Sonne by his dry Fire,
In yeares a long thousand,
In short space we may have done,
When our Medicine thou wilt assay,
Thou maist make both Sol and Lune.
In lesse space then in one day.
Son.
Father is it Water in the well springing,
Or is it Water in the river running?
Other Water (Father) can I not finde.
Father.
Noe (Son) it is of another kinde,
Howbeit it is Water cleere,
Our Sulphur in him is soe cleving,
He may not be departed by any fire,
I tell thee the throath in this thing.
Son.
By no fire (Father) how may that be?
Father.
Fire he is ever brenning,
Our Sulphur is made of the Sun and such humi­dity
That in the Fire he is ever during.
Son.
The tyme of our working would I know,
In what space might be made our Stone,
By Corne and by Frut (Son) thou maist it welknow.
Once in a yeare it is afore thee done;
The Sun in the Zodiack about doth gonne,
Through the twelve Signes once in a yeare,
Soe long it is e [...]e we can make our Stone.
Father.
Haste not to fast but rule well thy Fire,
The vertue of our Stone few men can tell,
The Elements in him be so mighty,
Aboundance of treasure in him do dwell;
For in riches all Stones exceeds he.
FINIS.

The Preface prefixt to Sir Geo: Ripley's MEDƲLLA;

Which he wrote Ann. Dom. 1476. and Dedicated to Geo: Nevell then Arch-Bishop of Yorke.

RIGHT noble Lord, and Prelate Deere,
Vouchfafe of me these Verses take,
Which I present unto you heere,
That mencion of the Stone doth make,
Of wise men meetered for your sake,
For which of you thus much I crave,
Your gentle favour for to have.
This Stone divine of which I write,
Is knowne as One, and it is Three;
Which though it have his force and might,
Of Triple nature for to be,
Yet doe they Mettalls judge and try.
And called is of Wise men all,
The mighty Stone that Conquer shall.
Disdaine you not nor yet refuse,
To learne the vertues of them now,
By which you may if you them use,
Your selfe preserve and eke know howe,
Old age to hide, and Youth out shewe.
And Brasse by them transmuted is,
And eger Bodyes clensed I wis.
Fined also and made full pure,
And Aurified be at the last.
The first of these I you assure,
Right hurtfull is for Man to tast,
For Life it will resolve and wast.
Of Corrosives made corrupting all,
And named is the Minerall.
But Animall the second is,
The third forsooth the Vegitable,
To cure all things their vertue is,
In every cause what soe befall,
Mankinde in health preserve they shall:
Reneweth Youth and keepeth it sound,
As trew by proofe the same is found.
And here I will teach you plaine,
How for to make their Mixtures pure:
In order faire without disdaine.
I will tell you no Dreame be sure,
Beleeve me while my life may dure.
Looke what with mouth to you I say,
My deedes shall prove it true alway.
Yett shall some Figure my Meeter hide,
Least the Arte with wings should fly aw [...]y,
And soe as vile abroad to slide,
Whose sence, or Truth cannot decay,
And without fraude I will display
The matter plaine on every side,
And true likewise what soe betide.
Although ere this you have heard say,
That such as practice doth this Arte,
Their thrift in Ashes seeke alway:
And learne at length with heavy heart,
Not more but lesse to make their part,
Yet be not you dismayed therefore;
Ne feare nor shrinke for it the more.
But trust the words which I you tell,
For truly I doe flatly say,
I have both seene and known it well,
And wittnesse will the same alway,
This the Marrow called is I say,
A truer Text full well I wote,
In all this World finde shall you not.
Then as this writing of our Wine,
Whereof I bring you here a taste;
Whose heavenly Water pure and fine,
Doth all things worke withouten waste,
To your desire the bodyes fast
It doth dissolve, make light and open
With other things, not yett of spoken.
Against Nature yet is it not,
But naturall as may men trow,
Which being cleansed from his spott,
There Phoebus splendor shall forth shewe,
And cause it fragrantly to grow;
For how more fragrant it shalbe,
Soe much of Valor more is hee.
For Phoebus nature doth surpasse,
And bodyes pure, and eke the sky,
It doth beshine both Corne and Grasse,
The Sonn reneweth from on hye,
And causeth things to fructifie.
Doth mix, and fix, and natureth,
Drives plagues away and nourisheth.
Abandoneth, draweth, and clenseth the Aire,
Maketh dews sweete, floods and humors dry,
Maketh softe, hard, sweete and fayre;
And purifieth Natures perfectly,
By his working incessantly;
It maketh all things to grow I say,
And chaseth Ʋgly things away,
In Laurell Tree, it is full greene,
In Gold it lodgeth glistringly;
It decketh Stones with brightnes sheene,
The shinening bodyes are made thereby:
But if you will more certeinly,
Of Phoebus vertue have knowledging,
Then Saturns Chyld must yssue bring.
O Pastor meeke draw Water cleere,
From buds of Vynes out of a Glasse,
As red as blood as Gold it were;
Which will you give a Gummy Masse,
As pretious as ever was.
Thus without fraude made open is by wyse,
The Arte which you shall not dispise.
It multiplyeth and maketh also,
Gold Potable know this for trewe,
By it are things increased soe,
That health thereby you may renewe,
To learne those Secreats dayly sue,
Which formally prolong well may
Your Life in joy from day to day.
For although many hate this Arte,
Yet it is precious over all;
Try and discerne within your hearte,
By all the Lessons misticall;
A Gift it is Coelestiall
Which here is taught to you him by
That prov'd it hath Assuredly.
This have I written for your sake,
Not in vaine stile, but order plaine,
This little Booke of him you take,
Which frankly doth bestowe his paine.
To God committinge you againe,
And all that doth wish well to thee,
In any place wheresoever they bee.
If you unbroken long would keepe,
In perfect health, your Vessel still;
Then for your Cannon looke you seeke,
Remembring him that hath good will,
By your assistance to fulfill:
And in such sort your Worke display,
As sound may to your lawd alway.

A SHORT WORKE That beareth the Name of the aforesaid Author, Sir G. RIPLEY.

TAke Heavy, Soft, Cold, and Drye;
Clense him, and to Calx grind him subti­ly:
Dissolve him in Water of the Wood;
If thou can do any good
Thereof, take a Tincture
And Earthy Calx good and pure.
Of this maist thou have with thy travaile,
Both Mercury, Water, and Oyle;
Out of the Ayre with Flames great,
Fire into the Earth doth Creepe;
In this Worke if thou wilt winn,
Take heed wherewith thou dost begin,
And in what manner thou dost work,
For loosing thy way in the darke;
And where, with what, and how, thy matter shal end;
I tell and Councell thee as my Frend:
Make Water of Earth, and Earth of Water;
Then art thou well onward in the matter.
[Page 394] For thou shalt find hid in the myre,
Both Earth, Water, Ayre, and Fire:
I tell thee my Brother, I will not flatter,
Of our Earth is made our Water:
The which is cleere white as Snow;
And makes our Earth Calcine and growe.
Blacknesse first to thee doth shew,
As by thy practise thou shalt know:
Dissolve and Calcine oft, and oft;
With Congelation till the Body to whitnes be brought:
Make the Body fluxible, and flowing;
With the Earth, perfect, and teyning.
Then after Ferment is once done;
Whither thou wilt with Sunne or Moone,
Dissolve him with the Water of life,
Ycalled Mercury withouten strife:
Put the Soule with the Body, and Spirite
Together in one that they may meete
In his Dammes belly till he wax great,
With giving Drinke of his owne sweate:
For the Milke of a Cow to a Child my brother
Is not so sweete as the Milke of his Mother:
This Child that is so marveilously wrought,
Unto his Heritage must be brought:
His livelyhood is so worthy a thing,
Of abilitye to spend with a King:
He that beareth all this in minde,
And understandeth these Parables all;
With Seperation he may finde,
Poore and Rich, great and small;
With our Sulphur we make our Antimony, White and Red;
And thereof we make our Mercury quick, & dead.
This is a Mettall that I speake of one of the seaven,
If thou be a Clerk read what I meane.
[Page 395] There is no Plannet of six neither great nor small,
But if he be put to them, he will Calcine them all.
Unto red blood he must be brought;
Else of him thou gettest right nought:
Reach him then with the Wood Water,
Man, and Woman Clothed under one hatter,
In and of them is conceived a Child
Lovely of beauty, meeke and mild;
Out of the Earth with dropps strong,
Nourish the Child in his Mothers wombe;
Till he be come to full age;
And then make thou a Mariage,
Betweene the Daughter, and the Sonne,
And then thou hast the Mastery wonn.
The beginning of this Worke, if thou wilt crave,
In holly Writ thou shalt it have:
Both in Masse Booke and in Psalter
Yea wrighten before the Preest at the Alter:
And what is Antimony that thou shalt worke,
I have written to thee if thou be a Clerke;
Looke about before if thou canst finde
Plainely written, which maketh men blind:
Our Werke is bringing againe our Mercury,
And that Philosophers call Solucion;
And if thou loose not the uncleane body,
Thou werkest without discretion;
The Inbibition of Water, is not the loosing;
But bringing the Body into water againe turning▪
That is to say into such water,
That is turning the Body into his first Matter:
The second Werke is to bring,
Earth and Water to Congealing;
The cleansing of the Third is another
Unto Whitenes; my owne Brother;
[Page 396] With this Water of his owne,
That is full marvalous to be knowne:
The fourth werke is distilling
Of Water, and Earth upsweating.
And thus hast thou by one assent,
Earth, Ayre, Water, and Fire; the foure Elements:
The Ashes that are in the bottome of the Vessell,
Looke thou dispise them not though left,
For I tell thee right well,
There is the Diadem of our Craft.
FINIS.

JOHN LYDGATE MONKE OF St. EDMUNDS BURY, In his Translation of the second Epistle that King Alexander sent to his Master ARISTOTLE.

WHan Alysaundre as is Rehersyd heer
This Phylosophre for vertues manyfoold,
Sent unto hym a secret Messengeer,
Without exskus to come to hys housoold,
But he ageyn for he was feeble and old,
And impotent on the tother syde,
And unweldy for to goon or ryde.
But chiefe cause why Alysaundre sente,
A purpoos take and a fantasye,
To declare pleynly what it mente;
He wyst in sooth that in Philosophye,
Wyth other secrets of Astronomye:
He was experte and mooste cowde understonde,
Thys was in cheefe Cause of the Kynges sonde.
Powder of Planetys and mevyng of all Sterrys,
And of every heavenly Intelligence;
Dysposicion of Pees and ek of Werrys,
And of ech othyr straunge hyd Scyence,
As the sevene Goddys by theyr Influence
Dyspose the Orders of Incantacions,
Or of sevene Metallys the Transmutacions.
With othir Craftys which that besecre,
Calculacion and Geomancye,
Dyfformacions of Circes and Meed:
Lokynge of Facys and Pyromancye,
On Lond, and Watir, Craft of Geometrye.
Heyghte and Depnesse with all Experyence,
Therefore the Kinge desires his presence.
But for all this within himselfe a thing
There was a Secre he kept not to disclose;
Nor to publishe opynly to the Kynge,
Takeyng Example by two things in a Roose,
First how the Flower greet sweetnesse doth dispoose:
Yet in the Thorne men finde great sharpnesse,
And thus in Konnyng there may been a lykenesse.
In Herbe and Flour, in Writeing, Word and Stoon,
Ech hath his vertue of God and of Nature,
But the knowyng is hyd froo many oon:
And not declaryd to every Creature,
Wherefor he cast twen Reason and Measure:
To shape aweye both the Kyng to plese,
Somewhat to unclose and set his herte at ese.
There is of ryght a greete difference,
Tween a Princes royall Dignite,
And a twen Commons rude Intelligence,
To whom nat longeth to meddle in no degre,
Of Konnynges that should be kept secre,
For to a Kynges famous magnificence,
And to Clerkys whiche have Experience.
Itt cordeth well to search out Scripture,
Mysteries hid of Fowlys, Beeste, and Tree,
And of Angellys moost sotyl of Nature;
Of Myneralls, and Fysshes in the See,
And of Stonys specially of Three.
Oon Myneral another Vegetatyff,
Partyd on Foure to lengthe a Mannys lyffe.
Off whych I radde oonys among othir Stonys,
There was oon calyd Anymal;
Foure Elements wrought out for the noonys:
Erthe, Watir, and Ayre, and in especyall,
Joyned with Fyre proporcyon maad egal.
I dar seyn breefly and not tarye,
Is noon swych Stoone found in the Lapidarye.
Irad Oonys of a Phylosophre,
Ageyn ech syckenesse of valew doth moost cure,
All the Tresure and Gould in Craesus Coffre;
Nor all the Stoonys that grow by Nature,
Wrought by Craft or forgyd by Picture.
Lapis & non Lapis, Stoon of greetest fame,
Aristotiles gaff it the same name.
And for I have but little rad or seyne,
To write or medle of so high mateerys,
For presumcion some would have disdeyn;
To be so bold or clymbe in my desires:
To scale the Laddere above the nyne Speerys,
Or medle of Rubyes that yeve so cleere a light,
On hooly shrines in the dirk night.
I was nevir noon expert Joweleere,
In suych mateerys to put my sylfe in prees,
With Philosophres myn Eyen wer nat cleer,
Nowthir with Plato nor with Socratees:
Except the Prynce Aristotilees.
Of Philosophres to Alisaundre Kyng,
Wrott of this Stone the mervaylle in all werking.
In prevy wyse lych to hys Ententys,
Secretys hyd cloos in Phylosophye,
Fyrst departyng of the foure Elementys;
And aftyrward as he doth speceffye,
Every ech of hem for to recteffye.
And after thys lyk hys Oppynyon,
Of thys foure to make a Conjunccyon.
In suych wyse performe up thys Stoon,
Seene in the joynynge there be noone outrage
But the fals erryng hath founyd many one;
And brought hem aftyr in full greete rerage,
By Expensys and outragyous Costage.
For lak of brayn they wern maad soe wood,
Thyng to begynne whych they not understood.
For he that lyst putte in Experience,
Forboode secrees I hold hym but a foole,
Lyke hym that temptyth of wylfull neglygence,
To stonde up ryght on a three foote stoole,
Or sparyth a stewe, or fyssheth a bareyn poole.
Whan all is doon, he get noon othir grace,
Men wyl skorne hym and mokke hys foltish face.
Itt is no Crafft poore men t'assayle,
It causeth Coffers and Chestys to be bare,
Marryth wytts, and braynes doth affray;
Yit by wryting this booke doth declare,
And be Resons lyst not for to spare,
Wyth Golden Resouns in taast moost lykerous,
Thyng per Ignotum prevyd per Ignocius.
Title of this Booke Labor Philosophorum,
Namyd alsoe De Regimine principum,
Of Philosophres Secreta Secretorum,
Tresour compyled omnium Virtutum;
Rewle directory set up in a som,
As Complexions in helthe and sekenesse,
Dyspose them sylf to mornyng or to gladnesse.
The whych booke direct to the Kyng
Alysaundre both in the werre and pees,
Lyke hys request and royall commanding,
Full accomplished by Aristotiles,
Feble for Age and impotent doubtles,
Hoole of corage and trew in his entent;
T'obeye his byddyng this booke he to hym sent.

How Aristotle declareth to King Alysaundre of the Stonys.

TOwching the Stone of Philosophres Oold,
Of which they make moost Sovereyn mencyon;
But there is oon as Aristotle toold,
Which alle excelleth in Comparison,
Stoon of Stoonys moost Sovereyn of renoune;
Towching the vertue of this rych thyng,
Thus he wrote to the most sovereyn King.
O Alysaundre grettest of dignite,
Of al this World Monark and Regent,
And of al Nacyons hast the Sovereynte;
Echoon to obeye and been obedyent,
And to conclude the fyn of our entent,
All worldly Tresure breesly shet in oon,
Is declaryd in vertue of this Stoon.
Thou must first conceiven in substance,
By a maneer uncouth dyvysion;
Watir from Eyr by a disseverance:
And fyr from Eyr by a departicion,
Echoon preservyd from all Corruptyon.
As Philosophres a forme have speceffyed,
Which by Reason may not be denyed.
Watir from Eyr departyd prudently,
Eyr from Fyr and Fyr from Erthe don,
The Craft conceyved devyded truly,
Withouten Errour or Decepcyon,
Pure every Element in his Complexion.
As it perteyneth pleynly to his parte,
As is remembryd perfyghtly in this Arte.
This Stone of Colour is sometyme Citrynade,
Lyke the Sonne stremyd in his kynd,
Gold tressyd maketh hertes full glade;
With more Tresour then hath the Kyng of Inde,
Of pretyous Stoonys wrought in their kynde.
The Cetryn Colour for the Sonne bryght,
Whyte for the Morne that shyneth all the nyght.
This Philosophre brought forth in Paris,
Which of this Stoonys wroot fully the nature,
All the Dyvysion set by grett advys;
And thereuppon did his besy cure,
That the perfeccion long should endure,
Lyke the entent of Aristotles sonde,
Which none but he cowd well bryng on honde.
For though the mateer opynly nat toold,
Of this Stoonys what Phylosophres mente,
Aristotiles that was experte and Oold;
And he of Paris that forth this present sent,
And in all hys beheste feythfull true of Entent:
With Circumstances of Araby Inde & Perce,
Towching the Stoonys that Clerkys can reherse.
Hermogenes hadde hymselfe alloone,
With the seyd Phelip that with him was secre,
Knewh the vertue of every prevy Stone;
As they were dispoosyd of Degree,
From him was hyd noon uncouth prevyte.
This Hermogenes and he knewh every thing,
Of alle suych vertues as long to a Kyng.

THE FIRST CHAPTER.

IN the name of the holy Trinitie,
I will write of this Worke breiflie;
Leaving matters of circumstance,
And promise the truth to advance:
I will not write Figuratively,
But declare the Matter plainely,
And how things must be made to accord,
By Natures true worke and the helpe of our Lord:
The World is but one inclosed with heavens round,
Though divers matters and formes be therein found:
The Earth this worlds Center borne up by the Aire,
In kinde hath noe more but being baire,
And neerest to not being, Philosophers have told,
In kinde of Complexion is full dry and cold;
And now for my Figure of rotundity,
I will shew how Elements accord and disagree:
And though the Elements be so contrary,
Yett by heavens Influence they are brought to unite,
And when once togeather a body they binde,
Nought may them loosen without wrecke to the kinde.
First Fire in Nature is hott and dry,
Aire differs from Fire in moisture only:
Earth only for coldnesse from Fire disagrees,
This Concord and discord every man sees:
Aire hot and moist of complexion and kinde,
Water differs from Aire but in heate we finde:
[Page 405] Soe that in moysture we finde them both one;
Naturall heate in Water we finde none;
Water cold and moiste of Complexion is,
Earth differs from Water in drynes I wis:
Earth agrees with Fire in drynes noe doubte,
Thus one in another the Wheele turnes about.
From this round Circle proceeds a quadrant,
Each line unto another an equall distant:
And as the round Figure concludes all in One,
Soe the Quadrant of foure things makes distinction.
From this Quadrant a Fire must proceed,
Which is Animall, Vegitable and Minerall we reede:
And with the Fire I will begin;
Pray God I be not too bold therein.
The whole Composition of this world is fram'd,
Of the Three things which before I have nam'd:
Now to make things of Excellencie,
We must take things neerest Nobilitie;
And as this greate Masse conteines things Three,
Soe Blood, Flesh and Bone in the least World we see;
Yett lesse World and greate World is all but One;
Thus still we keepe an Unyon:
Whatsoever itt is that is alive,
Without Blood they may not thrive.
Sperme is Generacion of each thing,
Of what kinde soever itt bene;
Blood is Sperme be itt White or Redd,
For without Blood each thing is dead:
Blood conteineth the three things I have told,
And in his Tincture hath Nature of Gold:
Without Gold noe Mettle may shine bright,
Without Blood noe Body hath bene fitt of light:
Thus doth the greate and lesse World still,
Hold the Union according to Gods will:
[Page 406] Now of all things Blood Noblest is,
For nothing in the World may itt misse,
Blood hath true proporcion of the Elements foure,
And of the three species I spoke of before:
The Blood must be the principall matter of each thing,
Which hath any manner of increasing:
Mercury in Mettalls is the Blood certeine,
Sperme in Animalls getts the like againe;
Vegetable moysture from heaven so good,
Yett all these three are but Blood:
Then Blood in procreation is neerest of kinde,
This Secrett good Brother keepe close in thy mynde:
And uppon that Condition,
Which Blood thou shalt take I will make repeticion;
The true Blood of Mettalls is hard to have,
And long tyme of getting itt doth crave:
Blood of Vegetables hath moysture greate store,
And therefore to have itt requireth much labour:
The true Blood to finde without labour and cost,
Thou knowst where to have it ere thy witts be lost.
Seeke out the noblest as I said before,
For now of the Matter I dare say noe more.
This Secrett was never reveal'd till this tyme,
By any Mans writings that ere I could finde,
But I which by practice have found itt true,
Knew how things caused things to renew:
God grant noe Alchymists meete with my Booke,
For they would have Elixir by hooke or by crooke;
And he would spend what his Freinds wan,
And be as neere at the last as when he began,
And would promise to give men Gold greate store,
But beware thou of Expence, as I said before.

CHAP. II. Of the manner of the Worke.

NOW after the Matter the Manner compute,
How to bring this our Worke aboute:
First take the Matter crude as itt is,
Which will cost you little or nought I wis:
Searce it soe cleane as it may be,
Untill from filth itt is all free,
Which wilbee done in houres three or foure,
Then will it be cleare from his ill humour:
Then take the Faces which you shall finde,
In the same which the Matter left behind:
Purge him also with the noblest Element,
Untill that he to Earth be brent:
Then have you a Stone of wonderfull might,
With small Cost a secret right.
Take ye this Stone and use Millers Craft,
Till it be fine powder and made very soft:
Then give him the moisture which from him ye tooke,
Then use him as ye shall finde in this booke.
But give him noe other Drinke but of his owne kinde,
For elce you doe not after my mynde.
Let him drinke noe more then will suffice,
Beware of Floods I you advise:
Then search him twice againe as you did before,
And still put uppon his owne liquor:
Thus their first Order to passe is brought,
And your foulest Worke fully wrought.

CHAP. III. Of the second Order.

NOW the second Manner I will shew plaine,
How you shall worke it with little paine:
When your three searsings be done after my lore,
Then breake the Stone as you did before:
Then must you have one Veschell,
Which must be made like an Eggshell,
Into the which Vessell the Matter you must putt,
Then see that itt be well closed upp:
The Vessells divided in parts three,
Whereof two still voyde must bee:
This Vessell must be set in a kinde heate,
That the Matter may kindly sweate;
The Spiritts must not be opprest with Fire,
For then thou shalt never have thy desire;
Neither must thy Vessell have cold,
For then itt will spoile as Philosophers have told;
But keepe itt in a temperate heate alwayes,
For the space of fortie dayes:
Then Blackesse will appeare to sight,
That Blacknesse thou must bring to be White.
ake out t he Glasse at the forty dayes end,
And se that from cold thou doe itt defend;
And set itt in a Furnace with dry fire,
Till itt be White after thy desire,
Which wilbe done in Weekes three,
And dryed from his moysture utterly:
[Page 409] Then with the first Water thou first didst imbibe
Againe thou maist feede it att this tyde,
But give itt noe more, nor you doe thinke
May suffice at once for itt to drinke,
This done putrefy as you did before,
Even in the very selfe same maner,
And in the said tyme which it stoode before,
Itt will becom of blacke Colour,
And in the same Order if it congeale White,
Then is your Worke both perfect and right;
Now you must goe lerne the Bakers occupacion,
How he Leavens Bread by Fermentacion;
And truly to Ferment take noe plate of Gold,
But parte of that the plates doe hold.
You know that if Sol shew not a faire Tincture,
Itt will be had but in little honour,
Then Tincture of Gold is a most noble thing,
With a grace to noble men of our workeing,
For that true proverbe doth well accord,
Base things befitt not a noble Lord.
Now have I told you what Ferment is,
To teach you to Ferment I will not misse;
This Chapter is now brought to an end,
And now the third Order to shew I intend.

CHAP. IV. Of the third Order of this Worke.

RECIPE Sol that is pure and good,
And see that from him you take his pure blood,
Your Stone you must divide in parts three,
And the fourth of the Ferment must be.
[Page 410] If you will have for Red, and White too,
To Red after this Order you must doe,
And the White after the same,
Must be ferment with Lune by name,
And the matter equally divyde
One for the Red, the other for the White.
Another like Vessell for the White you must looke,
As before is taught you in this Booke.
When your Ferments to your matters be put,
Then your Vessell close you must shut;
And sett it to Putrifye as you did before,
The full tyme as I said of yore:
And use itt in every degree,
As in the next Chapter before you may see.
But looke that you knowe your two Ferments assunder,
Or elce of your folly itt were great wonder:
And when from his Blacknesse you have brought itt White,
Then have you Elixir of wonderfull might:
Your Red to his perfection is not fully brought,
But your White is perfectly wrought.
Your Red with most strong heate must be fedd
In a close Furnace untill itt be Redd:
When itt is Redd and will melt like waxe,
Then of all that should be nothing laxe.
Now have you a Stone of wonderfull might,
Which will take Mercury before his flight,
And command him to stay, and cause him to bring
All Mettalls unto him, and call him their Kinge,
And make such obedyence without Digression,
That of him they shall all take Impression;
Now have you a Stone of wonderfull power,
Which conteineth the three Species and the Elements foure:
Fire in Colour, Water by Effusion,
Earth to sight without delusion,
[Page 411] Aire is in Water all men doe knowe,
And thus the foure Elements accordeth nowe:
As for the three Species I will shewe,
How in your Stone you may them knowe:
Tincture for Blood perteineth to the Animall,
Moysture the Vegetable part possesse shall;
All Earth is Minerall without any doubt,
Thus keepe we in one Circle and never goe out.
Now have I my Figure perfectly wrought,
Yett of the Center I have said right nought.
A Center is a pricke of whatsoever itt be,
Without any manner of divisibilitie;
And made as Nature doth well provide,
So as no Accident may itt divide:
Only by hand but in the Quantitie,
But by noe Element seperate the Qualitie;
If in greate Fire you sett it downe,
A true Salamander itt wilbe found;
If in the Water thou throwe I wis,
It will live there as doth a Fish;
If in the Aire you cast it up hye,
There will it live, and never dye:
If in the Earth thou bury itt fast,
Then will it remaine there, and ever last.
Thus can no Element divide without doubt,
The Center which our Wheele turnes about:
Now how to Multiply your Medicine I trow,
Would doe you much good for to knowe;
For unlesse you know howe to Multiply,
Your Medicine will be spent quickly:
Then would itt put thy minde to much paine,
To thinke that thou must make itt againe:
Therefore the next Chapter shall teach thee right,
To Multiply this Stone of wonderfull might.

CHAP. V. How to Multiply.

NOW in this Chapter I meane to shewe,
How to Multiply that thou may knowe:
If Iron to the Load-stone be not put certeinly,
Itt will decreace wonderfully;
The Species of all things both more and lesse each one,
Are mainteyned by reason of Multiplication;
Then if they be not Multiplyed they decay,
But Multiplication makes them be all away.
All things after Conception receive naturall Food,
To mainteine their kind as Nature seeth good:
Soe likewise our Stone must needs Multiply,
Or elce the Species of that Stone will dye:
And Multiplication must needs be of such thing,
As the thing multiplied takes best likeing.
Fire which burneth perpetually,
If Matter want Fire will dye;
But for to feed our Stone rightly,
The way I will shewe presently.
Take your Glasse and Medicine withall,
And in a warme Fire sett itt you shall;
And when itt begins to liquefy,
Put common Mercury to itt by and by;
And itt wilbe devoured anon
By vertue of heate that is in our Stone,
And as much as you putt in quantitie,
Soe much doth your Medicine augment truly:
Yett you must have reason not for to cloye,
With overmuch cooling, kind heate thereby:
[Page 413] And as of a Dragme you will make a Pounde,
You may well do itt, if you keep round;
And when it is Multiplied sufficiently,
Then from the Fire set it by.
A man in this Land once I knewe,
That marred that he made, and so may yowe;
Except ye doe as I have taught,
And then neede you to feare nought.
Another I knewe which wanted good direccion,
And at once spent all at one projection.
These knew not howe itt should be multiplyed,
Which things I have taught you at this tyde;
But see that the Mercury wherewith ye Multiply,
Be made soe cleane as itt may be.
Now to make him extend his perfection,
It is needfull to know how to make projeccion:
Whereof in the next Chapter I will treate,
For of Multiplicacion I will noe more speake.

CHAP. VI. Of Projection.

NOw lacke we but onely this Lesson to take,
Perfectly projection for to make:
Take one parte of the Medicine, and of ☿ ♄ or Tinn,
But see that you make them exceeding cleane;
And when your Mettall doth Liquefy,
Then cast in your parte of Medicine quickly.
Then will it be brought to such a passe,
That all will be as brittle a glasse;
Take the brittle substance as it is,
And upon an (100.) to take doe not misse.
That 100. uppon 1000. soe still increase you may,
[Page 414] And project noe more when your Tincture doth decay.
This projection is sure without any doubt,
Thus is our Wheele turned round about.
In what Vessell to project I need not to tell,
For a Maister of his Arte knoweth it very well;
To project on Mettalls nowe you knowe,
And to project on mans body nowe will I shewe.
First the Body must be purged well,
And by swetting and bathing be made suttell.
And when you are cleane according to your minde,
Take a dragme of your Medicine with the Quintessence of Wine;
Such a suddeine alteration itt will showe,
As you need not to feare Corruption noe moe:
Nowe of his Vertues I need not to declare,
They are fully shewne by others elce-where.
Now to the holy Trinitie I thee commend,
Thankeing him my Worke is at an end:
Chargeing thee this Secret from bad men to keepe,
Though with greate Importance of thee they itt seeke;
And beware itt goe not from thy hand,
Except to a perfect honest man.
By Bookes the true Worke I could never finde,
Therefore left I this Booke behinde,
That to whose share soever itt might fall,
By itt they might know our Secretts all.
God grant noe Multiplyer meete with my Booke,
Nor noe sinister Clerkes thereon to looke;
Then will they pay their debts surely,
And build Churches, and Steeples very hye;
Keepe itt from these folkes I thee pray,
As thou wilt answere before God att last day:
For whatsoever hath bin said to our worke doth accord,
Therefore give honour, prayse, and thankes to our Lord;
Holy and Reverend be his Name,
Which to me vile Synner hath revealed the same.

THE HERMET'S TALE.

IN Pilgrimage one onely thing I found
Of worth in Lemnes nere to Vulcan's shopp,
A Christall founteine running under ground,
Between a Vally and a Mounteines topp.
Pleas'd with this sight, I bid a Hermite tell
The story of the place, who there did dwell.
Within this Vale a hallowe dusky Cave
There is (quoth he) of greate Antiquity,
Where plumes of Mars blew greene and red you have:
Torne from his crest for his Iniquity.
The Troope of Smiths, as he for Venus lay,
Surpris'd and tooke him, yett he gett away.
For as the Cyclops him in tryumph brought,
To halting Vulcan to receive his doome,
They lifted up his beaver, and found nought
But vacant place and Armour in the roome.
Of th'armour then they thought they had good prize,
But working it they found itt scyndarize.
The Smiths amaz'd finding themselves deluded,
Satt all in Counsaile in their Masters Denne,
Deliberating well, at length concluded,
There is no equall War twixt Godds and men,
Lett's finde the Angry God and pardon crave,
Lett's give him Venus our poore selves to save.
They sought in Heaven Mars knew his fact so bad,
He came out there, then one began to tell,
Saturne turn'd from his Throne, a Place had
Not far from thence, hard by this Christall Well.
Thither they wen, and found two Gods alone,
Sitting within a darke, but glittering throne.
Downe fell old Vulcan on his crooked knee,
And said forgive, O mighty God of Warr,
My servants and my selfe (once God as yee)
Then use thy will with Venus my faire starr.
Saturne (quoth Mars) and I must not yet part,
Though shee for whom th'art pard'ned hath my heart.
With this the Cuckold with his sweaty Troope
Went to his Forge and seem'd to make a legg,
Att every steppe, where halting made him stoope,
In thankes to Mars, granting what he did begg;
In whose remembrance you shall ever have
Syndars, and fetters in that hollow Cave.
But lett me tell you all that then befell,
Iove seeing this, meaning the Smith to right,
Sent downe a winged God, he trusted well,
Disguis'd in habitt of a shineing light,
Which to the Vally from the Hill's high topp,
Affrighted all the smiths in Vulcans shopp.
A voyce was heard from Ioves Embassadour,
To summon Mars t'appeare before the Gods:
With Saturne forth came Venus Paramour:
Thinkeing with might to gett of right the odds:
Downward came he 9. myles, they upward fower,
All mett in mist, he fledd, they nere went lower.
Vulcan came hobling up to se what's done,
He findes nor light, nor Gods, but other shape;
To witnesse of this fact he calls the Sonne,
Who streght cryes Murther, and made hast to scape:
Some dyeing Soule groan'd forth, Apollo stay,
Helpe wise Apollo ere thou goest away.
With this Apollo lookeing round about,
Espies this fountaine knowes the voice was here,
And boweing downe to finde the party out,
Himselfe unto himselfe doth streyght appeare.
There gaz'd he till a sturdy showre of rayne
Tooke wise Apollo from himselfe againe.
Farewell Apollo then Apollo sayd,
To morrow when this storme is fully past,
Ile turne and bring some comfortable ayd,
By which Ile free thee ere the latter cast.
Then did itt cry as if the voyce were spent,
Come sweete Apollo, soe itt downwards went.
Vulcan went to his Forge, the Sonne to bed,
But both were up betimes to meete againe;
Next morne after the storme a pale soule dead
Was found att bottome of this faire Fountaine.
Smith (said Apollo) helpe to lade this spring,
That I may raise to life yonder dead thing.
Then Vulcan held Apollo by the heele,
While he lades out the Waters of the Well;
Boweing and straining made Apollo feele
Blood from his nose, that in the fountaine fell.
Vulcan (quoth he) this Accident of blood
Is that or nought must doe this Creature good.
He spake the word, and Vulcan sawe itt done,
Looke Sol (said he) I see itt changeth hue,
Fewe Gods have vertue like to thee ô Sonne,
From pale itt is become a ruddy blue;
Vulcan (quoth Phoebus) take itt to thy forge,
Warme it, rubb it, lett itt caste the Gorge.
Thus Vulcan did, itt spued the Waters out,
And then itt spake and cry'de itt was a cold;
Then Vulcan stuft and cloath'd it round about,
And made the Stone as hott as ere itt would.
Thus fourteene dayes itt sickly did indure,
The Sonne came every day to se the cure.
As itt grewe well the Colours went and came,
Blew, Blacke, White, Redd, as by the warmth & heate,
The humours moved were within the same,
Then Phoebus bid him put it in a sweate;
Which Vulcan plyde soe well, it grue all Red,
Then was itt sound, and cald for drinke and bread.
Stay (quoth Apollo) though itt call for meate,
Disgestion yett is weeke, 'twill breede relapse,
By surfett, therefore ere you lett itt eate,
Some little exercise were good perhapps,
Yett had itt broath alowde the strength to keepe,
But when 'twas on his leggs it would scarce creepe.
Sol sawe some reliques left of th'ould disease,
A solutine (quoth he) were good to clense,
With which the sicknesse he did so appease,
Health made the Patyent seeke to make amense;
Who went away three weekes, then brought a Stone,
That in projection yeelded ten for one.
This did he lay downe att Apollo's feete,
And said by cureing one th'hast saved three:
Which three in this one present joyntly meete,
Offring themselves which are thine owne to thee.
Be our Physitian, and as we growe old,
Wee'le bring enough to make new worlds of Gold.
With that this Hermite tooke me by the hand
And ledd me to his Cell; Loe here (quoth he)
Could'st thou but stay, and truly understand
What thou now seest, thou knowst this Mystery.
I stayd, I saw, I tryde, and understood,
A Heav'n on Ea [...]th, an everlasting good.

A DISCRIPTION of the STONE.

THough Daphne fly from Phoebus bright,
Yet shall they both be one,
And if you understand this right,
You have our hidden Stone.
For Daphne she is faire and white:
But Volatile is she;
Phoebus a fixed God of might,
And red as blood is he.
Daphne is a Water Nymph,
And hath of Moysture store,
Which Phoebus doth consume with heate,
And dryes her very sore.
They being dryed into one,
Of christall flood must drinke,
Till they be brought to a white Stone:
Which wash with Virgins milke,
So longe untill they flow as wax,
And no fume you can see,
Then have you all you neede to aske,
Praise God and thankfull be.

The standing of the Glasse for the tyme of the Putrifaction, & Congelation of the MEDICINE.

THe Glasse with the Medicine must stand in the fyre desire,
Forty dayes till it be Blacke in sight;
Forty dayes in the Blacknesse to stand he will
And then forty dayes more, till itt be White,
And thirty in the drying if thou list to doe right;
And then is the Sulphur perfectly Calcinate,
To drinke up his moysture for him, being preparate.
In this tyme the Glasse neither open nor shutt,
But still let him stand all the aforesaid dayes,
Not once from the Furnace that ye take him upp:
For by Cooling the Matter the Medicine decayes,
Therefore you must Fire continue alwayes,
In one measure and temperatenes of heate,
Untill all be White, and the Sulphur compleate.
This heate sufficeth for this principle one,
Which is the cheife ground of our Secretts all,
Without which Knowledg thou must not make the Stone,
If thou labour thy lyfe tyme, not prosper thou shall,
Therefore merry beware thou doe not fall.
But first truly learne, before thou beginne,
And so to true workeing thou shalt the better wynne.
Follow this Booke, and wander not aside
Out of the way, to the left hand, nor the right,
But streight betweene both directly you guide
Thy Worke, soe as I to thee doe write,
For in this Booke I will thee plainely excite,
How thou shalt make the Philosophers Lead,
That is Elixir to the White and the Redd.
And then the Golden Oyle called Aurum potabile,
A Medicine most mervelous to preserve Mans health,
And of Transmutation the greatest that can bee,
For in the same Oyle is nothing but wealth;
Then glorious he is in the power of himselfe:
For noe sicknesse can stand where he is in place,
Nor povertie dwell in the pleasures of his Face.

Aenigma Philosophicum.

THere is no light, but what lives in the Sunne;
There is no Sunne, but which is twice begott;
Nature and Arte the Parents first begonne:
By Nature 'twas, but Nature perfects not.
Arte then what Nature left in hand doth take,
And out of One a Twofold worke doth make.
A Twofold worke doth make, but such a worke
As doth admitt Division none at all
(See here wherein the Secret most doth lurke)
Unlesse it be a Mathematicall.
It must be Two, yet make it One and One,
And you do take the way to make it None.
Lo here the Primar Secret of this Arte,
Contemne it not but understand it right,
Who faileth to attaine this formost part,
Shall never know Artes force nor Natures might.
Nor yet have power of One and One so mixt,
To make by One fixt, One unfixid fixt.
D. D. W. Bedman.

FRAGMENTS COPPIED From THOMAS CHARNOCK'S owne hand writing.

WHen an hundreth & fourscore had run their
Then sone after in short time & space, (race
Blacknes began to shew his Face, (in fyght
But when a C. and L. had overcumde hym
He made him wash his Face white & bright
Which unto me was a joyfull syght.
Yet xx. at last came in with greate bost,
And made both Black and White to fly the Cost.
HEre in Gods name take thy rest,
Quietly in thy warme nest,
For so Charnocke thinks it best,
Tyll the Sune hathe runne West,
Seaven tymes 600. and 16. just,
Then this Chyld awake thou must.

Written at the end of RIPLYE'S Cantalena.

ABowte 653. I dare be bold,
This Chyld shall put on a Crowne of Gold;
Or at 656. at the moste,
This Chyld shall rule the roste.

OTher Fragments scattered in the wast places of an Old Manuscript, written with T. Charnock's own Hand.

WE worke this Worke of wonder,
By Wayght, Measure and Number.
Quoth THOMAS CHARNOCK.
WHen he is full Black then take some payne,
To wash him 7. tymes in the water of Jourdayne.

CHARNOCK.

FRo the tyme that he be Black and Ded,
Wash him 7 tymes, or he be perfect Red.
ANd when he is full Black then take some payne,
To wash hym 7. tymes in the water of Jourdayne.
ANd when you see hym perfect Redd,
Then take a stone and knock him on the hedd.

Id est.

ANd when this Woman is brought a bed,
Take the Chyld and knock hym on the hedd.
CHARNOCKE, 1573.
[Page 426] PErfect Whyte will not be accomplished,
Untill it hath byne twelve tymes circulated,

Id est.

Six tymes Black, and vi. tymes Whyte.
BEtwixt true Black, and true Whyte;
Wyll appeare many Collers to syght.
T.C.
BEtwixt Purgatory and Paradyse,
The Raigne-bows Collers will arise.
T.C.
BEtwixt Black and Whyte sartayne,
The Pekokes fethers wyll appeare plaine.
T.C.
LOoke you conceive my words aright,
And marke well this which I have sede;
For Black is Ferment unto the Whyte,
And Whyte shalbe Ferment unto the Rede:
Which I never saw till I had whyte heres upon my head.
T. C.

In some Coppies I have found these Verses placed before Pearce the Black Monk, upon the ELIXIR.

MAN and Woman God hath wrought,
And full mykle fruite forth they brought,
So multiplyeth the workes of our heaven King
And yet come they but of one thing.
Now quod Marlin what may that be?
The slithe of the Yearth so say we:
Yearth it was, some Men would say nay,
And yet was it nether cleane yearth sand ne clay,
But the feces of yearth it was of Colour grey,
Which then turned to yearth as it on yearth lay.
The Water turned to blude to make man stronge,
The Ayre and Fire was medled theare amonge.
How be Ayre and Fire quod Marlin?
Through the workes of our Lord quod Martin.
For the brightnes of the holy Ghost is the Aire,
And the lightnes that gafe lyfe is Fyre.
Wheare hast thowe goe too Scolle to learne all this?
For that thou sayest is right true I wisse;
And I suppose it in thie thought,
That with iiii. Spirits it must be wrought.
Nay your Spirits are too wilde quoth Marlin againe,
Therefore I will not medle with them certaine:
I will have a Spirit made by kinde naturally,
That will abide with every body kindly;
Such a Spirit could I macke quod Marlin,
And yet men would hold yt but in veyne.
[Page 428] And yet of all workes it is the best,
Lest of Cost and most surest:
For if it should faile then were we done all,
And therefore for the most parfitest worke we it call;
It is so rich when it is wrought,
Though all the world were turned to nought:
As mennye rich bodyes agayn make would he,
As ever were or ever should be.
Take Earth of Earth, Earths Brother, &c.

I have seene an old Coppy of the said work of Pearce the Black Monk, to the end of which these following Verses were joyned.

NOW of this Matter derke and nothing clere,
An Exposicion I doe mack here;
Wherein I charge you secre to be,
That frend ne foe doe yt se;
Erth hyd within the bodies center is most fine,
Water of Wood Essell of Wine,
For by the moyster of the Grape,
This centrall Earth who can it take;
It and Sercion do our Maistry make,
For it shall become Mercuriall,
And after that Essentiall.
But now beware that you not faile,
For then you loose your greate travaile,
Whan you have drawne owte of the Gum,
All the Mercury that wyll come,
Understand that Lycowres three
In that Mercury conteyned be;
[Page 429] The first is the Watur of lyfe Ardent,
By Bath departed that is most lent;
It burneth as Aquavite by live,
And is called our Mercury attractive,
Wherewith is made Earth Christalline,
Out of all Collours Metallyne:
I speke no more thereof as yet,
For in this worke we neede not it.
Then runneth a Water after thilke,
Litle in quantity white as mylke;
Whych ys sperme or nature of our Stone,
That is earnestly sought of many one:
For of Man, Beste, and every thynge,
Sperme is there begynyng,
Therefore we our Mercury do it call.
Whych ys found here and there and over all,
For wythout yt ys nothyng lyvyng,
Wherefore yt ys in every thyng:
As well in thyngs most preciouse,
As in thyngs most vyle and odious;
Of yt they have there first nature,
Thys moyster to you as now is clere,
Thys ys the Mercury that we call
Vigetable, Minerall and Animall:
Our Quicksilver and our lac Virginis,
Our Water permanent forsooth yt ys;
Wyth thys Water Mercuriall,
We wasch the fylth Originall
Of our Erth tyll yt be whyte,
Lyke a Gumm that floweth lyte,
By dry fyre after that schale cume
Oyle wherewyth we make red Gumm:
Wych ys our Tincture and our Sulfur vive,
The soule of Saturne the Golde of life.
[Page 430] Our Tincture and our airy Gould,
Wych before was never so plainely tould;
God graunt that I do no displeasure
To hym in fulfillyng your desire.
Now Elements be divided every one,
Wyth thys Oyle make red your Stone;
Owre Gumms two then have schall ye,
Wythout the wych no Elixir may be.
They go the Body and the Spirits betwixt,
Wythowte the wych our Ston cannot be fixt,
And makyth of hym in a lytle space,
Two Elixirs by Gods Grace:
Whereby are trewly alterate,
All Metalline Bodies into a better state,
Wyth Sol and Luna equall to be,
To helpe us in our necessitie.
Now thanked be God most gracious,
Wych hath this Secret lent to us,
Hys grace therewyth to us he leave,
To our Soules helth us for to meve.

This following Fragment in some copies I have found placed at the end of the aforegoing Exposition of Pearce the Black Monke. In others, immediately before—With Hic and with Hac, &c. and bearing this Tytle,

A CONCLUSION.

TAke Wynde and Water, white and greene,
And thereof draw a lac Virgine;
Where some it call a water cleere,
The which water hath no Peere;
And then make your Fier stronger,
When the white fume doth appeare;
Chaunge your Receiver and continue longer:
And then shall you see come a Fire,
Red as blood and full of Yre.
Quod dicitur menstruum faetens, & sol philosophorum,
In quo fit nostra dissolutio, & congelatio.
Sublimatio, attractio, & etiam fixatio,
Et Sulphuris nostri, five foliati creatio.
[Page 432] WIth hic and with haec thus may ye do,
As Husband and Wife toogeather them wed;
Put them in a chamber both two,
And shet fast the dore when they be a bed.
The woman is both wanton and wilde,
With her husband she cannot rest,
Till she have conceived a Child;
Of all his kin he shall be best.
He is a Childe of the Elements
Both by Father and by Mother,
None so worthy in presence,
Not perfect Sol his owne Brother.
Sol and Luna owe unto him obedience,
And all that him needes they to him bring,
Saturne doth to him obesance,
Howbeit he is next of his kinne:
There is neither Emperour or Kinge,
But of his presence they would be glad,
If he from them were one yeare wanting;
In their hearts they would be full sad.
In riches he exceedeth all other,
The Elements in him are so even,
Luna is his Sister, and Sol is his Brother,
His Father dwelleth among the planets seaven.
Nulla virtus mineralibus where shall we him seeke,
Sit tibi principium principale Councell we must it keepe;
Reperitur ubi (que) localis by way in every streete.

An other Conclusion.

FIrst Calcine and after Putrefie,
Dissolve, distill, sublime, discend and fix
With Aquavitae oftymes wash and dry;
And make a marriage of Body & Soul the Spirit betwixt.
Which thus together naturally if ye cannot mix,
Then shall the Body utterly dye in the flix.
Bleeding and changing Collours as ye shall see,
In bus and nubi he shall uprise and descend;
First up to the Moone and after up to the Sun,
Onely shipped within a litle glasen Tunne.
When he commeth thether, then is all the Maistry wonne,
About which Journey great goods ye shall not spend,
And ye shall be Glad that ever it was begun;
Patiently if ye list, to your worke to attend.
Who so shall our Pearle and our Ruby make,
Our Principle let him not forsake.
For at the beginning if his Principle be trew,
And that he can by craft so him bake;
Trewly at the end his Worke shall him not rew.

The whole Scyence.

THere is a bodi of a Bodi,
And a Soule and a Spryte,
Wyth two Bodyes must be knete.
There ben two Erthys at I the telle,
And two Waters wyth hem do dwelle;
The ton ys Whyte the tother is Red,
To quick the Bodies that ben ded.
And oon Fyre in Nature y hydd,
And oon Ayre with hem that doth the dede.
And all hyt commeth out of onn kynde,
Marke thys well Man and beare yt yn mynde.
TAke Mercury from Mercury which is his wyfe,
For Mercury wife to Mercury maketh greate stryfe:
But Mercurys wyfes Wyfe,
To Mercury maketh no stryfe.
AND thou wed Mercury to Mercury with her wyfe,
Then shall Mercury and Mercury be merry with­outen stryfe:
For Mercuries Wyfe to Mercury maketh greate stryfe,
But Mercuries wyfe's wyfe to Mercury maketh no stryf.
[Page 435] A Ridle to you I will propose,
Of a Comon thing which most men knowes,
Which now in the Earth very reefe doth grow,
But is of small Price as all men know;
And that without roote, stalke or seede,
Wherewith of his kinde another to breede:
Yet of that nature, that it cannot cease,
If you plant it by peeces it selfe to increase,
Right heavy by kinde, yet forced to fly,
Starke nought in the purse, yet good in the Eye,
This something is nothing which seemeth full strange,
Having tasted the fire which maketh the change:
And hath many Collours yet sheweth but one,
This is the materiall of our STONE.
I Asked Philosophy how I should
Have of her the thing I would,
She answered me when I was able,
To make the Water malliable,
Or else the way if I could finde,
To mesure out a yard of Winde:
Then shalt thou have thyne owne desire,
When thou canst weigh an ounce of Fire:
Unlesse that thou canst doe these three,
Content thy selfe, thou get'st not me.
[Page 436] LEt the old man drinke wine till he pisse:
The meanes to the blest Stone is:
And in that menstrous water drowne,
The radiant brightnes of the Moone,
Then cast the Sun into her lapp,
That both may perish at a clapp.
Soe shall you have your full desire,
When you revive them both by Fire.
IF ye wolle to hys Medycyn aplye,
Make furst hevy, hard, hotte and drye:
Nesshe, lyght, cold and wete,
Put ham togeder and make ham mete,
Thus may ye spend mor thann the King,
Yf ye have connyng of suche a thynge.
IF thou the Fixid can dissolve,
And that Dissolv'd doest cause to fly,
That Flying then to Fixing bring,
Then maist thou live most happily.
R. B.

ANNOTATIONS AND DISCOURSES, UPON Some part of the preceding VVorke.

Pag. 6. lin. 1.‘TO the honor of God—

FRom the first word of this Proeme, and the Initiall letters of the fix following Chapters (discovered by Acromonosylla­biques and Sillabique Acrostiques) we may collect the Au­thors Name and place of Residence: For those letters, (together with the first line of the seventh Chapter) speak thus,

Tomas Norton of Briseto,
A parfet Master ye maie him trowe.

Such like Fancies were the results of the wisdome and humility of the Aunci­ent Philosophers, (who when they intended not an absolute concealement of Persons, Names, Misteries, &c.) were wont to hide them by Transpositions, Acrostiques, Isogrammatiques, Symphoniaques, and the lyke, (which the search­ing Sons of Arte might possibly unridle, but) with designe to continue them to others, as concealed things; And that upon the Question no other An­swer should be returned, then the like of the Iudg. 13. 18. Angell's to Manoah.[His name was Peli, to wit, admirable and secret.]

In imitation of whome, tis probable our Author (not so much affecting the vanity of a Name as to assist the lovers of Wisdome) thus modestly and in­genuously unvailes himselfe; Although to the generality of the world he meant to passe unknowne, as appeares by his owne words:

Nort. Ordi­nall. pag. 6.
For that I desire not worldly fame,
But your good prayers unknowne shall be my name.

Deillustr. Angl. Script. pag. 666. Iob [...] Pitts from Iohn Bale, and De Script. Br. Gent. 11. f. 67 he from Robert Record, relates, that this Thomas Norton, was Alchymista suo tempore peritissimus, and much more curious in the Studies of Philosophy then others, yet they passe some undecent and abusive Gensures upon him, with referrence to this vaine and frivolous [Page 438] Science, as they are pleas'd to tearme it, (and a better opinion I find not they had even of the Hermetick learning it selfe.) Indeed, every one that is educa­ted a Scholler, is not borne to aff [...]ct or be happy in every Art, some love one, some another, but few All. And this ariseth from the various Influences of the Starrs, which beget sundry Inclinations and Affections-in-Men, according to the different Constitutions and Temperatures of their Bodies; so that com­monly what either a man does not affect, or know, he despises or condemnes, yet seldome with any shew of Reason. But it is no good Conclusion for Bliude men to affirme the Sun has no light, because they were never so happy as to see it. For though thy selfe (saith Conwrath) art ignorant of a Matter, tis not de­nied to others to know the same. However, our Author was so happy as to become a Master of this Science very early: which he learned in Ord. p. 33. forty dayes, and when he was Ordin. p. 88. Scantly of the age of twenty eight yeares,’

He earnestly moved his Master (who is generally thought to be Ripley) to communicate the Red Medicine to him, which after some tyme (finding him capable of it) he accordingly did.

Much more might be said in Honour of this Author, but I refer the Reader to the Ordinall it selfe, which will abundantly satisfie.

Besides this worke (which is called both by Pitts and Bale, Epitomen Alchy­miae, but by himselfe

Ordinall. pag. 9.
Nanied of Alkimy the Ordinall,
The Crede mihi, the Standard perpetuall)

He wrote another Booke De transmutatione Metallorum; and to these Pag. 666. Pitts adds a third De Lapide Philosophico.

In the time of Hen 8. there flourished Nyne Brothers of the family of the Nortons and all Knights, one of them (viz.) Sir Sampson Norton, Master of the Ordnance to the said King (an Office of greate Honour, and not usually con­fer'd but upon Men very eminent) lyes buried in Wever's fun. Mon. fo. 526. Fulham Church nere Lon­don, whose Tombe was adorned with severall Hermeticke, Hierogliphicall paint­ings, which have lately perisht by the Ignorant zcale of those that understood them not.

The Epitaph this.

Of yowr therite pray for the Soule of Sir Sampson Norton Knight, late Master of the Ordinance of warre, with King Henry the 8th and for the Soule of Dame Elizabyth hys wyff. Whych Sir Sampson decessyd the eyghth day of February one thousand five hundred and seventeen.
Pag. 11. l. 7.
That no Man, for better ne for worse,
Chaung [...] my writing for drede of Gods curse.

Doubtlesse Norton was truly sensible of the high injuries done [...]o learned men through the Erronious Transcriptions of their Bookes, and had shared in the unimaginable misfortune which thereby befell the then Students in Philosophy, for be lived in those tymes that could not afford him the use of any other [Page 439] Bookes save onely Manuscripts (Printing having not served an Apprentiship to England The first Prin­ting-Presse was set up in West­min. Abbey by Symon Islip, An. 1471 and William Caxton the first that practised it there. See Stowes Surv. 525. when he wrote this Oridinall) & in that regard he layes this weighty charge upon unfaithfull Scribes who negligently or wilfully alter their Copy, whereby the wariest Students are encombred with doubts, and missed, or plunged into unhappy Errors.

How ordinary a fault this was amongst the Transcribers of former times may appeare by Chaucer, who (I am confident) tooke asgreate care as any man to be served with the best and heedefullest Scribes, and yet we finde him com­playning against Adam his Scrivener for the very same:

Cbaucer to bis Scrivener.
Soofte a daye I mote thy worke renew,
It to Correct and eke to rubbe and serape,
And all is thorow thy neglegence and rape.

But as in other Artes and Sciences the [...]ult is scarce pardonable, so cheifly in Hermetique learning, where the Injury may prove irreparable.

Ord. p. 11.
And chaunging of some one Sillable,
May make this Boke unprofitable.
Pag. 33. l. 13.
If I shulde write I shulde my fealty break
Therefore Mouth to Mouth I must needes sp [...]ake.

THis is part of the Letter which Norton's Master wrote when he invited him to come and receive the Secret by word of Mouth, for without breach of his Oath he durst not commit it to writing, lest he might cast the Childrens Bread to Doggs.

In like manner Aristotle refused to communicate to Alexander by Letter, things apperteyning to this Mistery, untill a personall meeting might allow him to do it viva voce: for thus writes Lydgate out of Aristotles Secreta secretorum.

There be Secrees of Materis hih and lowe,
Hyd in Nature conc [...]lyd and se [...]ree,
Which Aly [...]andre des [...]red for to knowe;
By Aristotles a certyn previtee,
Na [...] speei [...]ed cloos in hym sylff kept he,
Which was delayed of grete providence,
Tyll he hymsylff came to his presence.

And this was for fear his Writings should come to the view of such whose Eyes were not worthy the perusall of so sublime Secrets, and thereby suffer under the Cap. 2. contempt of the prophane Vulgar, or by wicked men be abused to wicked uses. (For a Secret discovered will not faile of doing Injury to one party or an other) which (if by his meanes it should happen) might render him Criminall before God, and a presumpiuous violator of the Calestiall Scales.

However the auncient Philosophers have used writings, and they as well obscur [...] as ob [...]io [...], whereby the Ignorant might be more Ignorant, but the Wise un­derstand G. br. and profitt, the one be deceived, the other alured: And like Aristotle who (publishing his Acromaticall Discipline and) being therefore taxed by Alex­ander (because he alone had learned them of him) answered Se scripfisse, & [Page 440] nou scripfisse; edidisse quidem sed legentibus non intelligentibus. They have taken much paines by Aenigmaticall and Parabolicall discoveries (according to their affected Ideoms) to point out the Philosophers Mercury, and (with an univocall consent) asserted the wonderous operations of an Agent and Patient united but we must not looke for the Name of that in plaine words which hitherto never, Anonymi. any man durst name: For that they have lockt up in s [...]rinio pectoris, and pur­posely deprived of light.

Their chiefest study was to wrap up their Secrets in Fables, and spin out their Fancies in Vailes and shadows, whose Radii seems to extend every way, yet so, that they all meete in a Common Center, and point onely at One thing.

Chauc. Prol. to his owne Tale.
And thus ye wote that every Evangelist,
Thattelleth us the pains of Iesu Christ.
Ne sayth not al thing as his fellow dothe,
But nay the lesse her S [...]ntence is all soth.
And all accorden in her Sentence,
Albe therein her telling difference.
For some of he [...] saine more and somelesse,
When thei his piteous passion expresse.
I meane of Mark Mathew Luke and Iohn,
But doubtlesse her Sentence is all one.

And to this effect is that of Count Trevisan. De chim. Mir. secunda pars Pag. 28. He that well understands the Philosophers shall finde they agree in all things, but such as are not the Sonns of Art will think they clash most fouly.

Pag. 33. l. 15.
—Myne Heire unto this Art
I will you make—

THere has ever beene a tontinued Succession of Philosophers in all Ages, al­though the beedlesse world hath seldome taken notice of them; For the Auncients usually (before they dyed) Adopted one or other for their Sonns, whom they knew well fitted with such like qualities, as are sett downe in the letter that Norton's Master wrote to him when he sent to make him his Heire unto this Science. And otherwise then for pure vertues sake, let no man ex­pect to attaine it, or as in the case of Tonfile.

Ordin. Pag. 41.
—For Almes I will make no store,
Plainly to disclose it, that was never done before.

Rewards nor Terrors (be they never so Munificent or Dreadfull) can wrest this secret out of the bosome of a Philosopher: amongst others, witnesse ibid pag. 35. Thomas Dalten.

Now under what Tyes and Ingagements this Secret is usually delivered, (when bestowed by word of mouth) may appeare in the weighty Obligations of that Oath which Charnock tooke before he obtained it, for thus spake his Master to him:

[Page 441]
Brev. of Phi­los. cap. 5.
Will you with mee to Morrow be content
Faithfully to receive the blessed Sacrament
Upon this Oath that I shall here you give,
For ne Gold ne Silver as long as you [...]ve,
Neither for love you beare towards your Kinne,
Nor yet to no great Man preferment to winne,
That you disclose the Secret that I shall you teach,
Neither by Writing, nor by no swyft Speeche;
But onely to him which you be sure,
Hath ever searched after the Secrets of Nature,
To him you may reveale the Secrets of this Arte,
Under the Covering of Philosophie before this World yee depart.

And this Oath he charged him to keepe Faithfully and without Violation.

Chap. ibid.
As he thought to be saved from the pitt of Hell.

And if it so fell out, that they met not with any, whome they conceived in all respects worthy of their Adoption, Ord: pag. 37. they then refigned it into the hands of God, who best knew where to bestow it. However, they seldome left the World before they left some written Legacy behind them, which (being the issue of their Braine) stood in roome and place of Children, and becomes to us both Pa­rent and Schoolmaster, throughout which they were so universally kinde, as to call all Students by the deare and affectionate Tytle of Sons in Pim [...]nd. (Hermes giving the first President) wishing all were such, that take the paines to tread their Fathers stepps, and industriously follow the Rules and Dictates they made over to posterity, and wherein they faithfully discovered the whole Mystery;

Ordin. pa. 10.
As lawfully as by their fealty thei may,
By lycence of the dreadfull Iudge at domes day.

In these Legitimate Children they lived longer then in their Adopted Sons, for though these certainly perished in an Age, yet their Writings (as if when they dyed their Souls had been Transmigrated into them) seemed as Immortall, enough at least to perpetuate their Memories, till Time should be no more. And to be the Father of such Sons, is (in my Opinion) a most noble happinesse.

Rand. Poems pag. 63.
Let Clownes ge [...] Heires, and Wealth; when I am gone,
And the greate Bugbearegrisly death
Shall snatch this Idle breath,
If I a Poem leave, that Poem is my Son.
Pag 34. li. 33.
I made also the Elixir of lyfe,
Which me bereft a Marchaunt's Wyfe.

THe Conjecture has much of probability in it which speakes this the Wife of Will. Cannings, who was 5. tymes Major of Bristoll, contemporary with Norton, and whose wealth was farr beyond the best of those tymes, as appeares [Page 442] ‘by that notable Worke of his in building Saint Mary of Radcliff without the Walls of Bristoll, into which Church there is a Stately ascen [...] upon many Staires, so large withall, so finely and curiously wrought, with an arched Roofe over head of stone, artificially Imbowed; a Steeple also of an exceeding height, that all the parish Churche [...] in England which hitherto I have seene (saith judicious Brit. fo. 237. Camden) in my judgement it surpasseth many degrees.’

The said William Cannings also Camb. Brit. fo. 238. Instituted, (Isaacso [...] saith very much Chron. fo. 467. augmented) the Colledge of Westbury neere Bristoll (not long before Godw. pag. 367. foun­ded by John Carpenter