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.This is the pleasant and dainty Garden of the Philosophers, which beareth the sweet smelling Roses white and red,abbreviated out of all the Work of the Philosophers, containing in it nothing superfluous or diminished, teaching tomake infinitely Gold or Silver according as the Medicine was prepared, having Vertue to heal also all Griefs andSicknesses as well proceeding of cold as of hot Causes through the subtilty of his Nature, above all other Medicinesof Physitians, for it comforteth the Healthy, strengthneth the weak, and maketh the Aged seem Young, and drivethaway all Grief, and putteth venom from the Heart, it moysteth the Arteries and joynts it dissolveth all things in theLungs, it cleanseth the Blood, it purgeth the Pipes, and keepeth them clean, and if the Sickness be of one Monthscontinuance, it healeth it in one day, if of one Years continuance, it healeth it in 12 days, and if the grief be very old,it healeth in one Month.To conclude, whosoever hath this Medicine, he hath an incomparable Medicine above allTreasures of the World, Praise God.A short work of George Ripley'A short Worke That beareth the Name.of George Ripley', is included in Elias Ashmole's Theatrum ChemicumBritannicum, 1652, pages 393-396.Back to Ripley's works.Back to English alchemical verse.Information on 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 goodThereof, take a TinctureAnd Earthly 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.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.Blackness 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 SpiriteTogether in one that they may meeteIn his Dammes belly till he wax great,With giving Drinke of his owne sweate:For the Milke of a Cow to a Child my brotherIs 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, and dead.This is a Mettall that I speake of one of the seaven,If thou be a Clerk read what I meane.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 ChildLovely of beauty, meeke and mild;Out of the Earth with dropps stronge,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 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]