I write not Fables; with your
hands you shall handle, and with,
your eyes you shall see Azoth,
viz. the Catholick [or Universal]
Mercury of Philosophers; which
alone, with the Internal and External
Fire, yet with Sympathetick
Harmony, with Olympick
Fire (by reason of inevitable necessity)
Physico-magically united,
will suffice thee for obtaining our
Stone, &c.
The same.
You shall see, the Stone of Philosophers;
our King, and Lord of those
that bare rule, coming from his
Bridal Throne of the Glassy Sepulchre,
into this Mundane Scene,
in his glorified body, viz, regenerate,
and more then perfect:
namely, a shining Carbuncle, a
most temperate Splendour; and
of which, tire most Subtile, and
Depurated parts, are by the concordant
peace of Mixtion, inseparably
united into One, and perfectly
equallized, clear as Crystal,
compact, and most ponderous, as
fluid in fire, as Rosin, and before
the flight of Mercury, as Wax
flowing, yet without fume, entring
and penetrating, solid and
close bodies, as Oyl, Paper; resolvable
in every Liquor, melting,
and commiscible therewith; brittle
as Glass, in Powder, of the
colour of Saffron, but in the intire
Mass, like a blushing Rubie;
(which Redness is a sign of perfect
Fixation, and fixed Perfection)
permanently Colouring, or Tinging;
in all Examens whatsoever,
even of Sulphur adurtive, and
in Tryals of corroding Waters,
and in the most vehement persecution
of Fire, fixed, alwayes during,
and unburnable; permanent as the
Salamander, &c.
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