( The Campe of Philosophy )
The compendiary of the noble science of
alchemy compiled by Mr Willm Blomefeild
philosopher & bacheler of phisick admitted
by King Henry the 8th of most famous memory.
Anno Domini 1557
Source: www.levity.com (The Alchemy Website/Adam McLean) ~ "This allegorical poem, sometimes going under the tile 'The Campe of Philosophy', by the 16th Century alchemical philosopher and physician, William Bloomfield, was included in Ashmole's Theatrum Chemicum Britannicum, 1652. A number of early manuscript copies have survived. Transcribed by Luke Roberts."
When Phebus was entered the signe of the ramm,
In the month of march when all Doth springe,
Lying in my bed, an old man to me came.
Laying his hand on my buysy head slumbringe,
"I am," he said, "Tyme, producer of cunninge.
Awake & rise, prepare thy selfe quickly;
My entent is to bring thee to the Campe of philosophy.
"Bloomes & blossomes plentiful in that feild
Bynn pleasantly flourishinge, vernant with collers gay.
Lively water fountaines, eke beastes both tame & wild
Overshadowed with trees fruitful, & on every spray
Melodiously singinge, the birdes doe sitt & say:
'Father, sonn, & holy ghoste, to one god in persons three;
Impery & honor be to the holy trinitye.'"
Lo! thus when he had said, I arose swiftly,
Doeing on my clothes in haste with agility.
Towardes the camp, wee went, of philosophi,
The wonderful sightes there for to see.
To a large greate gate, father tyme first brought me,
Which closed was; then he to me saide,
"Each thing his time hath; be thou nothing Dismaied."
The great admiracion I tooke into my selve,
With sore & huge perturbacions of minde,
Beholdinge the gate fastned with lockes twelve.
I fantasied but smalle that time should be my freind.
"Why studiest thou, man," quoth he; "art thou blind?"
With a rodd he touched me, whereat I Did Downe fall
Into a straunge sleepe, & In a Dreame he showed me all.
The Dreame of Mr Blomefeild
Audite somnium meum quod vidi.
The Mt yeere of Christ, D L & seven,
In the month of March, asleep as I did lye,
Late in the night, of the clocke about eleven,
In spiritu rapt I was, soodenly into heaven;
Where I saw sittinge in most glorious maiesty
Three beholding, I adored but one in deitye:
A Spirit incircumscript with burninge heate incombustible;
Light of brightnes permanent, as fountaine of all light;
Three knit in one, with glory incomprehensible,
Which to behold I had a greate Delighte.
This trulye to attayne surmounted my might;
But a voice from that glorious brightnes to me saide,
"I am one god of Immeasurable maiesty: be not afraide."
In this vision so cleare, that it selfe did so extend
With a voice most pleasant, being three & one,
Pearsed my minde, & taught me to comprehende
The darke sayinges of philosophers each one:
The altitude, latitude & profundity of the stone
To be three in substance & one in essence,
A most heavenly treasure procreate by quintessence.
The studied I what quintessence should be;
Of visible thinges apparant to the eye
The fifth being, even a straunge privity
In every substance resting invisibly.
The invisible godheade is the same, thought I,
Prime cause of beinge & the prime essence,
And of this macrocosm the most suffren quintessence.
This is the heavenly and secret potencyall
That Devided is, & resteth indivisible
In all thinges animall, vigitall, & minerall;
Whose vertue in them, & strength, is invisible.
From god it cometh, & god maketh it sencible
To some preelect; to other doth it denay.
As I sate thus museinge, a voice to me did say:
"Study thou no more of my being, but stedfastly
Beleeve this trinity equally knit in one.
Further of my Secretes to muse is but folly,
Passing thy capassity, & all human reason."
The heavens closed up againe in that season.
Then father Tyme set me at the gate,
And Delivered me a key to enter in thereat:
The key of knowledge & excellent Science,
Whereby all secretes of philosophi are reserate:
The Secretes of nature sought out by Diligence,
Voidinge fables envious of fooles inveterate:
With recipe & Decipe, this science is violate.
Therefore to me this key he did Dispose,
The secretes of this art to open & Disclose.
This said father Tyme, this key when he mee tooke:
"Unlock," quoth he, "this gate by thy selve."
And then upon him sorrowfully Did I looke,
Saying that one key undoe could not lockes twelve.
"Whose axe is sure," quoth he, "both the head & helve,
Hold will together till the tree Downe fall.
So open thou the first locke, & thou hast opened all."
"What is this first locke named, tell me then,
I Pray thee," said I, "and what shall I it call?"
"It is," quoth he, "the secret of all the wise men,
Chaos; in the bodies called the first originall,
Prima materia, our mercury, our menstruall,
Our vitrioll, our sulphur, our lunary most of price.
Put the key in the locke, & it will open with a trice.
Then the key of knowledge buysily I tooke in hand,
And began to search the hollownes of the locke;
The wardes thereof I scare did understand,
So craftily conveid they were in their stocke.
I proved every way; at the last I did unlocke
The crafty ginnes thus made for the nonce,
And with it, the other lockes fell open all at once.
At this gate opening, even in the entry
A number of philosophers in the face I mett,
Workeing all one way the secretes of philosophy
Upon Chaos Darke, that amongst them was sett.
Sober men of liveing, peaceable & quiet,
They buysily Disputed de materia prima,
Reiecting cleane away simul stulta et frivola.
Heere I saw the father of philosophers, Hermes.
Heere I saw Aristotle with cheere most Iocunde.
Heere I saw Morien & Senior in turba more & lesse;
Geber, Democritus, Albert, Bacon, & Ramond;
The monke, & the chanon of Bridleington so profound;
Workeing most soberly, who said unto me:
"Beware though beleeve not all that thou dost see,
"But if thou wilt enter this camp of philosophy,
With thee take time to guide thee in the way;
For by pathes & broade waies, Deep vallyes & hils high
Here shalt thou finde with sightes pleasant & gay.
Some thou shalt finde which unto thee shall say,
'Recipe this & that,' & with a thowsand thinges more
Decipe thy selfe & others as they have done before."
Then father Tyme & I by favour of these men,
Such sightes to see, passed foorth toward the campe
Where wee met Disguised philosophers ten,
With porfiries & morters, ready to grind & stamp;
Their heades shakeing, their hands full of the cramp;
Some lame with spasums, some febull, wann, & blind,
With arsneck & sulphur, to this art most vnkind.
These were Broke the preste & yorke in cotes gay,
Which robbed king Henry of a million of gold;
Martin pery, mayre, & thomas De Lahaye,
Saying that the king they greatly enrich would.
They wispered in his eare, & this tale him told:
"Wee will worke for your highnes the Elixer vite,
A princely worke called opus regale."
Then brought they in the vicar of Maldon
With his lyon greene, that most royall secret,
Richard record & little Master Edon
(Their mettals by corrosives to calcinate & fret);
Hugh oldcastle & Sir Robert greene with them mett,
Rosting & broileinge all thinges out of kinde,
Like philosophers left off with loss in the end.
Yet brought they forth thinges beautifull to sight,
Deluding the king thus from day to day;
With copper cytrinate for the red, and albefied for the white,
And with mercury rubified in a glass full gay.
But at the last, in the fire, it went away.
All this was because they never knew the verity
Of altitude, latitude, & profunditye.
Thence father Tyme brought me to a wildernes,
Into a thicket haveing by pathes many a one.
Steps & footinges I saw there more & lesse,
Wherein the foresaid men had wandered & gone.
There I saw Marcasites, minerals, & many a stone,
As yrides, talke, & alom lay digged from the ground,
The mines of leade & Iron that they had out fownde.
No marvell I trow, though they were much set by,
That with so greate riches could endue a kinge.
So many sundry waies to fill up his treasurie
With filthy matter, great charges in to bring:
The very next way a prince to bring to begginge,
And make a noble realme & common wealth decay.
These are royall philosophers the cleane contrary way.
From thence foorth I went, Tyme beinge my guide,
Through a greene wood where birdes sang clearly,
Tyll wee came to a feild, pleasant, large, & wide,
Which he said was called the camp of philosophy.
There downe we sate, to heere the sweete harmony
Of the divers birdes in their sweete notes singinge,
And to receive the flavour of the flowers springinge.
Heere Iuno, heere Pallas, heere Apollo doe Dwell;
Heere true philosophers take their dwelling place.
Heere duly the muses nine drinck of pirenes well.
No bosting broyler heere the art can deface.
Heere lady philosophi hath her royall palace,
Holding her court in her high consistory,
Sitting with her councelers most famous of memory.
Thus one said unto me (an ancient man was he),
Declareing forth the matter of the stone,
Saying that he was sent thither to comfort me,
And of his religion for to chuse me to be one.
A cloth of tyssew he had him upon,
Verged aboute with pearles of collers fresh & gay.
He proceeded with his taile, & againe thus did say:
"Heere all occult secretes of Nature knowne are;
Heere all the elementes from thinges are drawne out.
Heere fire, air, & water in earth are knit together;
Heere all our secret worke is truly brought aboute.
Heere you must learne in thy busines to be stout:
Night & day thou must tend thy work buysily,
Haueing constant pacience & never to be weary."
As we sate talkeing by the rivers running cleere,
I cast my eye aside, & there I did behold
A lady most excellent, sitting in her arbor,
Which clothed was in a robe of fine gold,
Set about with stones & pearles many fold.
Then asked I father Tyme what hee should be.
"Lady philosophy," quoth he, "most excellent of beauty."
Then I was stricken with an ardent avidity
The place to approche to, where I saw that sight.
I rose up to walk, & the other two went before me
Against the arbor, till I came foorth right.
Then we all three, humbly as we might,
Bowed down our selves to her with humility,
With greate admiracion extolling her felicity.
Shee shewed her selue both gentill & benigne:
Her gesture & countenace gladdid our cominge.
From her seate imperiall, shee did her selfe incline,
As a lady loveing perfect wisedome & cunninge.
Her goodly poems her beauty was surmountinge:
Her speech was decorate with such auriate sentence,
Far above excelling famous tullye's eloquence.
The father tyme unto the Lady saide,
"Pleaseth your highnes this poore man to heere,
Him to assist with your most gracious aide?"
Then she commanded him with me to draw neere.
"Son," said the lady, "be thou of good cheere.
Admitted thou shalt be amongst greate & smale,
A disciple to be of my secretes all."
Then she committed me vnto Ramon Lully,
Commanding him my simplenes to instructe,
And in her secretes to induce me fully:
Into her privy garden, for to be my conducte.
First into a towre, most beautifull constructe,
Father Ramond brought me, & thence immediately
He led me to her garden, planted most deliciously.
Among the faire trees, one tree in especiall,
Most vernant & pleasant, appeared to my sight.
A name inscribed, "the tree philosophical,"
Which to behold I had great delight.
Then to philosophy my troth I plight,
Her maiesty to serve, & to take greate paine,
The fruites of that tree with Ramond to attaine.
Then Raymonde shewed me budes fiftene
Spring of the tree, & fruites fiftene mo.
"Of the which," said he, "proceedeth that wee doe mean,
That all philosophers covet to attaine to,
The blessed stone, one in number & no mo:
Our great Elixer most high of price,
Our azoc, our Adrope, our basilicke, our cockatrice.
"This is our antimony & our red leade,
Gloriously shineing as Phebus at midday.
This is our crowne of glory & Diadem of our head
Whose beames resplendent shall never fade away.
Who attaineth this treasure never can decay:
It is a Iewell so abundant & excellent,
That one graine will endure ever to be permanent.
"I leave thee heere now, our secretes to attaine.
Look that thou earnestly my counsell doe ensue:
There needes no blowing at the cole be, nore paine,
But at thine owne ease here maist thou continue.
Old, Ancient writers beleeue which are true,
And they shall thee learne to pass it to bringe.
Beware therefore of many, & hold thee to one thinge.
"This one thing is nought els but the lyon greene,
Which some fooles imagine to be vitrioll roman.
It is not that thing that the philosophers meane,
For nothing to us any corosive doe pertaine.
Understand, therefore, or else thy hand refraine
From this hard science, lest you doe worke amiss.
For I will tell the truth; marke now what it is:
"Greene of collor our lyon is not truly,
But vernant & greene, evermore endurringe.
In his most bitternes of death, he is lively;
In the burning fire he is evermore springinge.
Therefore the Salamander, by the fire liveing,
Some men doth him call, & some another name:
The mettalline menstruall, it is even the same.
"Some call it allso a substance exuberate.
Some call it mercury of mettalline essence;
Some, limus deserti, from his body evacuate;
Some, the eagle flyinge from the north with violence.
Some call it a tode for his great vehemence.
But few or none at all doe name it in his kind:
It is a privy quintessence; keepe it well in minde.
"This is not in sight, but resteth invisible
Tyll he be forced out of Chaos darke,
Wher he remaineth ever indivisible.
And yet in him is foundacion of our worke;
In our lead it is, so that thou it marke:
Dryve it out of him, so out of all other.
I can tell thee no better if thou were my brother.
"This Chaos Darke the mettals I doe call,
Because as in a prison it resteth them within.
The secret of nature they keepe in thrall
Which by a meane wee doe out twine;
The workeing whereof the easlier to begin,
Lift up thy head and looke upon the heaven,
And I will learn thee truly to know the planetes seven.
finis primi libri
The Second Booke Concerninge the 7 Planetes
"Saturne malivolous, to this art hath respect,
Of whom wee draw a quintessence excellent.
Unto our mastery him selfe he doth converte,
United in quality, & allso made equipotent
In strength & vertue. Who lust to be diligent
Shall find that wee seeke an heavenly treasure,
And a precious Iewell that euer shall endure.
"Iubiter the gentill, indewed with azure blew,
Examinate by iustice, Declareth true Iudgment;
Altering his colour ever fresh & new,
In his occult nature to this art is convenient;
To philosophi is serviable & allso obedient,
Ioyned with lunary after his owne kinde
Conteneth this art & leaveth nothing behinde.
"Mars that is martiall in citty and in towne,
Ferce in battle, full of debate & strife,
A noble warryour & famous of renowne,
With fire & sword defendeth his owne life.
He stayneth with blood, & slayeth with a knife
All spirites & bodies, his artes bee so bold.
The hartes of all other he winneth with gold.
"The Sonn most gloriously shininge is prepotent
Above all the other faire planetes seven;
Shedding his light to them all indifferent.
With his golden beames & glistering steuyn,
He lighteneth the earth & the firmament of heaven.
Who can him Dissolve, & draw out his quintessence,
Unto all other planetes he shall give influence.
"Lady venus, of love the fayre goddesse,
With her Sonn cupid appertaineth to this art.
To the love of the sonn when she Doth her dresse,
With her dart of love striketh him to the hart.
Ioyned to his seede, of his substance she taketh part.
Her selve she endeweth with excellent tissew,
Her corrupt nature when she doth renewe.
"Mercury this seeing, beginneth to be fugitive.
With his rod of enchantment little Doth prevaile:
Taken often prisoner, himselfe doth revive,
Till he be snarled with the Dragon's taile;
Then Doth he on an hard coate of maile,
Sodered together with the Sunn & the moone:
Then he is mastered & his enchantment Done.
"The moone, that is called the lesser luminarie,
Wife to Phebus, shining by night
To other giveth her garment; through her orbe lunary
From the north to the south shineth full bright.
If ye for her doe seeke, shee hideth from your sight,
But by fair entreaty she is wonn at the last:
With azoc & fire, the whole mastery thou hast.
"The mastery thou gettest not of these planetes seven,
But by a misty meaninge, known onely unto us.
Bring them first to hell & afterward to heaven;
Betwixt life & Death them you must Discus.
Therefore I counsaile thee, see that you worke thus:
Solve & seperate them, sublyme, fix, & congeale;
Then hast thou all, therefore doe as I thee tell.
"Dissolve not with corosive nor use seperation
With vehemence of fire, as multipliers doe use;
Nor to the glas topp make you sublimacion.
Such waies inordinate, philosophers refuse.
Their sayinges follow & wisely them peruse;
Then shalt thou not thy selfe ludely Delude
In this godly science. Adew; thus I conclude."
per me Wll. Blomefild
Incipit Theorica per Wll Blomefild
We intend now, through grace Devine,
In few wordes of Chaos to write;
Light from darknes to cause foorth to shine,
Long before hidden, as I shall recyte.
In every thing unknown, it is requisite
A secret to search out which is invisible,
Materiall of our mastery, a substance invincible.
Because I should not seeme to disclose
Long hidden treasure unto me committed
Of my lord god, therefore plaine of Chaos
My purpose shalbe there of to be acquited.
For Daungerous burdens are not easily lighted.
In faith, therefore, my selfe I shall endevor
Lightly to Discharge me, before god for ever.
Devoutly, therefore, o lord unto thee I call:
Send me thy grace to make explanacion
Of Chaos. For thou art opener of secretes all,
Which ever art ready to heare the exclamacion
Of thy meeke servantes, which with harty humiliacion
To thee doe apply: send me now thy grace,
Of thy secretes to write in due order, time, & place.
Chaos is no more to say (this is doubtelesse,
As Ovid witnesseth in his metamorphosyn)
But a certaine rude substance, indigestaque moles,
Haveing divers natures resting it within,
Which with the contrarie, wee may out twine
By philosopher's arte. Who so the feate doth know,
The fower elementes from Chaos can out drawe.
This Chaos, as all thinges, hath Dimencions three,
Which well considered shall follow the effect:
That is, altitude, latitude, & profunditye,
By the which three all the matter is detect.
Unto these dimencions who hath not a respect
Shall neuer Devide this Chaos in his kinde,
But after his labour, shall find fraud in the end.
Chaos is to us the vine tree, white & red.
Chaos is each beest, fowle, & fish in his kinde.
Chaos is the ore & mine of tinn & leade,
Of gold and silver that we doe out finde,
Iron & Copper, which thinges doe binde
And hold our sight & wittes to them bounde;
The secret hidd in them, that wee ne understand.
Out of this mistie Chaos, the philosophers expert
Do a substance out draw, called a quintessence,
Craftely deviding the fower elementes by art,
With greate wisedome, study, & dilegence.
The which high secret hath a divine influence
That is supernaturall (of fooles thought impossible),
An oyle or much like, called incombustible.
The mastery of this plainly to shew thee,
In forme here after I will it Declare,
Setting foorth heere the philosopher's tree,
Wherein the whole art now I shall compare.
In this faire tree sixteene fruites are,
More pretious then gold in thy stomacke to digest.
Put thy hand therto, & taste of the best.
And leste the fault should imputed be
In me or in other that of this art do write,
I set before thee the true figure of the tree,
Wherein orderly this art I will recyte.
Understand my sentence that thou maist worke right,
Considering as I said that Chaos is all thing
That we begin of, the true way of workinge.
Put case thy Chaos be animall, vigetall, or minerall;
Let reason guide thee to worke after the same.
If thou workest out of kind, then loosest thou all;
For nature with nature ioyeth & maketh true game.
Worke animall with his kind, & keep thee out of blame;
Vigetall & minerall in their order Dew,
Then shalt thou be taken for a philosopher trew.
When thou hast fownde what it is indeede,
Then knowest thou thy forme, what by reason it must be.
Search it wittyly & Draw from him his seede.
There is then thy altitude superficiall to see;
The latitude anon shall appeare: beleeue mee.
When thou hast Devided the elementes asunder,
Then the profundity amongest them lyeth hid under.
Here is materia prima et corpus confusum,
But not yet the matter which philosophers Doe treate.
Yet the one conteineth the other in somme,
For forma, materia, et corpus together are knite.
With the menstruall water thou must them frett,
That the body first be finely calcinate,
After dissolved & purely evacuate.
Then is he the trew mercury of philosophers,
Unto the mastry apt, needful, & serviable.
More of this thing I need not much rehearse,
For this is all the secret most commendable.
Materia prima it is called multiplicable,
The which by art must be exuberate:
Then is it the matter that mettals were of generate.
Sulphur of nature, & not that which is common,
Of mettals must be made if that thou wilt speede;
Which will turn them to his kind every each one.
His tincture into them abroad he will spreade.
It will fix mercury common at thy neede,
And make him apt, true tincture to receive.
Worke as I have told thee, & it shall not thee deceive.
Then of Sunn & moone make your oile incombustible
With mercury vegitable or els with lunary.
Incerate therewith, & make thy sulphur possible
To abide the fire, & allso thy mercury
Be fixt & flowinge. Then hast thou wrought truly,
And so hast thou made a worke for the nonce,
And gotten a precious stone of all stones.
Fix it up now with perfect Decoction,
And that with easy fire & not vehement,
For fear of induracion or vitrificacion,
Lest you loose all & thy labour be mispent.
With eight Daies & nightes this stone is sufficient:
The greate Elixer, most high of price,
Which Ramond calleth his basilicke & cockatrise.
To this excellent worke greate cost neede not to be:
Many glasses or pots about it to breake.
One glas, one furnace, & no mo of necessity;
Who mo doth spoile, his wittes are but weake.
All this is stilled in a limbecke with a beacke
(As touching the order of distillacions),
And with a blind head in the same for solucions.
In this thy mercury taketh his true kinde.
In this he is brought to multiplication.
In this made he is Sulphur: beare it in mind.
Tincture here in he taketh, & inceration.
In this the stone is brought to his perfect creacion,
In one glas, one thing, one fire, & no moe.
This worke is complete: Da gloriam deo.
finis theorica per Wll. B.
Incipit Practica: per Wll. Blomefild
Wee have declared sufficiently the theoricke,
In wordes misticall makeing Declaration.
Let us now proceede plaine with the practicke,
Largely of the matter to make explanacion.
I will, therefore, that thou marke well my narracion,
As true disciples my doctrine ye attend:
My testament & last will to you I doe commend.
Be you holy, therefore, sober, honest, & meeke.
Love god & your neighbor; to the poore be not unkinde.
Overcome sathan; god's glory see you seeke.
My sonn, be gentle to all men, as a freind;
Fatherles & widdowes have ever in thy minde.
Innocentes love as brothers; the wicked Doe eschew.
Let falsehood & flattery goe, lest that thou it rew.
Devoutely serve god, call Daily for his grace.
Worship him in spirrit, with hart contryte & pure;
In no wise let sathan thy prayers deface.
Looke thou be stedfast in faith & trust most sure.
Long sufference & patience with thee let long endure;
In all adversitye be gentle in thy hart
Against thy foe: so shalt thou him convert.
Most hartily therefore, o lord, to thee I call,
Beseeching thee to ayd me with thy heavenly grace.
Lovingly thy spirit upon me let Down fall,
Overshadowing me that I at no tyme trespas.
My lord & my god, graunt me to purchase
Full knowledge of thy secretes, with thy mercy to winn.
Intending the truth, this practice I beginn.
Listen now, my Sonn, & thy eares encline.
Delight have thou to learne this practice, sage and true.
Attend my sayinges & note well this Discipline,
These rules following: Doe as it doth ensue:
This labor once begun, thou must it Continue
Without teadious sluggerdy & slothfull wearynes;
So shalt thou thereby acquire to thee right riches.
In the name of God, this secret to attaine,
Ioyne thou in one body with a perfect unity
First the red man & the white woman, these twaine.
One of the man's substance, & of the woman's three;
By liquifaction together ioyned they must be:
The which coniunction is called Diptatyve,
That is made betweene man & wife.
Then after that they be one body made,
With the sharp teeth of a Dragon finely
Bring them to dust. The next must be had:
The true proportion of that dust truly
In a true ballance, waying it equally
With three times as much of the firy dragon fell,
Mixing all together: then hast thou done well.
Thy substance together thus proporcionate,
Put into a bed of glas with a bottome large & round,
There in due time to dye, & be regenerate
Into a new nature: three natures in one bound.
Then be thou glad that ever thou it found,
For this is the Iewell that shall stand thee most in stead,
The crowne of glory & diademe of thy head.
When thou hast thus mixed thy matter as is said,
Stop well thy glas, that the dragon goe not owt;
For he is so subtill that if he be overlayde
With fyre unnaturall (I put thee owt of dowbte),
For to escape he wyll search all abowte.
Therefore with gentyll fyre, looke that thou kepe it in:
So shalt thou of him the whole maistry wynne.
The whole maistery here of, Duly to fullfill,
Set thy glas & matter upon the athanor,
One furnace called the philosopher's Dunghill.
With a temperate heate workeing evermore,
Night & day continually have fuell in store,
Or turfe, or saw Dust, or dry chipped segges,
That the heate be equipolent to the henn upon her eggs.
Such heate continuall, looke that it doth not lacke.
Forty Dayes long for their perfect unition
In them is made, for first it turneth blacke.
This colour betokeneth the right putrifaction.
This is the beginning of perfect conception
Of your infant into a new generacion:
A most precious Iewell for our great consolation.
Forty dayes then more, thy matter shall turne white
And cleere as pearles, which is a declaracion
Of voideing away of his cloudes, darke, & night.
This sheweth our infante's organisacion,
Our white elixer, most cleere in his carnacion.
From white unto all coloures without faile,
Like to the rainbow or to the peacocke's taile.
So foorth augment thy fire continually;
Under thy matter easely they must be fedd.
Till those colours begon, rule it wisely;
For soone after appeareth yellow, the messenger to red.
When that is come, then hast thou well sped,
And hast brought forth a stone of price,
Which raymond calleth his basylicke & cockatrice.
Then forty Daies to take his whole fixation:
Let it so stand in heate most temperate,
That in that time you spare the firmentation
To encrease him withall. That it be not violate,
Beware of fire & water, for that will it suffocate.
Take one to an hundreth unto this confection,
And upon crude mercury make thy proiection.
One of the stone, I meane, upon an hundreth fold
(After the first & second right fermentation)
Of mercury crude, turneth it to fine gold:
As fine & as good, as naturall in ponderacion
(The stone is so vehement in his penetracion);
Fixt & fusible, as the goldsmithe's sowder is.
Worke as I have said, & you cannot Doe amisse.
Now give thankes to the blessed trinity
For the benefit of this pretious stone,
That with his grace so much hath lightened thee,
Him for to know, being three in one.
Hold up thy handes to his heavenly throne;
To his maiesty let us sing hosanna:
Altissimo Deo sit honor et gloria.
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