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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“If the bodies are not dissolved by our Living Water, if they are not imbibed and softened by it and thus open and stripped of their hard mass to be reduced to pure and subtile spirit, our work will be nothing but a useless deception. As long as the bodies have not been converted into non-bodies, that is, into their first matter, the rule and the key of our Art will not be found. Thus, the only goal of our Art is to make bodies fluid hard and solid in order to make the Tinture.”
Anonymous
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