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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“Our water demands everything from you; cook it gently, little by little in the putrefaction until it changes color to color, and becomes perfect; take good care in the beginning not to burn its greenness and its flowers, do not rush our work, take care that the vessel is well closed, lest the spirit which is there, does not evaporate, and with the help of God, be sure to succeed; nature does its work slowly, apply yourself well to imitate it, make serious reflections on the way in which bodies are generated in the bowels of the earth, by what fire they cook themselves, whether it is violent or gentle. ”
Georgius Aurach de Argentina
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