Discription of the Stone Poetry

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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.

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“Therefore with this our golden water, a natural substance is extracted, exceeding all natural substances; and so, except the bodies be broken and destroyed, imbibed, made subtile and fine, thriftily, and diligently managed, till they are abstracted from, or lose their grossness or solid substance, and be changed into a subtile spirit, all our labor will be in vain. And unless the bodies be made no bodies or incorporeal, that is converted into the philosophers mercury, there is no rule of art yet found out to work by. The reason is, because it is impossible to draw out of the bodies all that most thin and subtile spirit, which has in itself the tincture, except it first be resolved in our water. Dissolve then the bodies in this our golden water, and boil them until all the tincture is brought forth by the water, in a white color and a white oil; and when you see this whiteness upon the water, then know that the bodies are melted, liquified or dissolved. Continue then this boiling, till the dark, black, and white cloud is brought forth, which they have conceived.”

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