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A75719	Theatrum chemicum 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.	Vaughan, Robert, engraver.; Cross, Thomas, fl. 1632-1682.; Ashmole, Elias, 1617-1692.	1652 (1652)	Wing A3987; Thomason E653_1; ESTC R205904	256,178	516

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 wil be 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 wil be 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 t is 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 d ee 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

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 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 This to understand no though his witts were fyne For it shal be 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 Finished the 20th of JULY 1557. 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 1572. 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 1572. 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