PHILOSOPHICAL SUMMARY

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SMALL TREATISE OF ALCHYMIA ENTITLED PHILOSOPHICAL SUMMARY BY NICOLAS FLAMEL

Who wants to know Of metals and full science, As they will be able to transmute, And from one to the other change,

Prime is metier that he knows Path and full address From what are they alone in mining Earthling form, more manner Should he by foundation know,

And often bring back From their original source And their primate race, How do in the end come undone To rechief to do them thoroughly:

Because if the other is theoretical, A cestuy point-cy gist practical, How to return they can Outside the mine, where are found, Being imprinted in their minds,

Assavoir (not to be taken back) In their sulfur and quicksilver. Nature made by art so kind All metals, therefore sulfur are Form in quicksilver that they don't have

These are the sperm of the metals, Whatever they are, cold, moist or hot; One of them is male, the other is female, And their complexion is such. But the two sperms abovesays

Are compose, it is without desdicts, Of the four elements, surely: This I really farm. Namely the first sperm Male, to know the term,

What in philosophy we call Sulphur, in such a way, Is nothing but element Of earth and fire only Cestuy fixed sulfur is similar

In the fire, without being variable, And of a metallic nature: Not iniquitous vulgal sulphur, For the vulgal sulphur has no Substance (who calculates it well)

Metallic, to tell the truth, So as tried I have it, And is only good for these women Who kick matches. The other sperm, which is feminine,

It is the one, to know the end, That under color of allegory In secret philosophy We usually name Quicksilver; and is only water and air.

One appears water, the other earth; Sulphur, earth is what fire encloses; For in him fire serves as an agent, The air is in the quicksilver water. Thus learns the magisterium

Whoever wants more plain enquerre. Cestuy is not yet the vulgal; Who says against, says wrong. So many scientists These two sperms, under license,

Were represented by two dragons, Or serpents worse than griphons: One having terrible wings, The other without wings, very horrible. Li figured dragon without wing

Is the sulphur, the thing is such, Which never flies away Fire: here is the first dish, But despiteux, causing martyrdom To an eye that does not know the matter.

The other serpent, which carries them, It's quicksilver, of which good matters to me, Who is feminine seed, Made of air and water in the mine. If in the fire no one remains,

Ains flies away when sees its hour. But when these two separate sperms Are assemble and well conjoined In their smallest parts Suitably matched

By promoting Nature Within the belly of mercury, What is the first metal formed, Then is he who is named Mother of all other metals.

Philosophers of monts et vaulx, Consider its unity Which came out of duality, Revisiting the double type, And figuring only a principle,

Knowing is androgynous metal, Of the metals the primordial, Called him flying dragon, For what a sowing dragon, What is aflame with his fire,

Goes through the air, throwing little by little Fire and poisonous smoke, What a hideous thing To look at such ugliness. So for real mercury does

Quant is pushed over the fire: Again, this is a poorly educated example. But do as wise people do To see other multicolored In the spawn of dragons and serpents

In hayeuses amours grouppans: I dy those of Mythology What was the old clergy, How is seen in Jason, Cadmus, Hercules, AEsacchus, Acheloüs,

Then to the two monsters of Persee, Or better, ice of the caduceus Who so much more have assailed themselves, And so many more ire are filled To rage in their wound.

Think about this mercury, When he is on the common fire, That is to say in places none, In a ship laid and laid, And the common fire disposed,

To turn him on quickly His fiery nature fiercely That deep within him is hidden: So, if you're ambushed, See what a dreadful thing

Make common fire, dict vegetable; Cil will ignite with ardor With mercury fire of Nature, Turning into bitter enmity What sweet friendship was;

Jus endesvee is concord, In spite of discord; Elements are in grant esmoy: In this strange confusion, Nature, being unable to do anything about it,

Let them settle the matter. Water fights against fire; against water Fire wields and lightning and bolts: Ung stronger fire on the opposite side Pierces them, hunts, irritates, agitates:

For then, if you are vigilant, Will see through the air throwing, running, A venomous exhalation, Malodorous and malignant, Too bad, flaming in fish,

What is a dragon's head Surging out of Babylon To get engaged to Tysiphone. Other learned philosophers Wanted to search so far

Ung type to this double mercury. To not be too troubled to guess, That they figured it in the form Of a flying Lyon, without deformed; And also named it lyon

For what in greedy gavion Lyon devours beasts, So many more are young and clean, By eating them at his pleasure, When of them it is possible to be caught;

None yet have power Defend against him, And resist with great force To his fury, when he forces them. Thus, true, this mercury does;

To better hear its effect, Whatever metal you put With him (this estrif note), Suddenly he will deform it, Will devour and eat;

The lyon does in such a way: I still have to advise you, Whatever its voracity And his bitter fame, That there are two price metals

On him who wins the prize Of total perfection: Gold, I dy l'ung, without fiction, The other money, this does not deny anyone; So well known is it to everyone

That if Mercury goes into a rage, S'ha its fire lit with ardor, It will devour like a metz These two noble perfect metals, And soon will put them in his belly;

Notwithstanding this, whichever enters therein, He will not consume it; Because to understand this point well, They are more hardened than him, By estroiciz digestion,

Dead full or nearly full Have dug, if that there default the seed; Are of beauty vray shortened, And perfect in kind too; What is not said of mercury,

Where Nature ran out of cure: Mercury is an imperfect metal; Not yet that in him there is no substance of perfection, Ains ha from her direction

If his virtue is massaged And leans its blunt point, Lack of breathing. For frank statement, Common gold if comes from mercury,

The perfect metal gold, without arsure. Money I dy everything so, Without alleging no case no if. Likewise the other metals Imperfectz, mediums, lows and highs,

Trestous are engendered by him: Indeed, there is no nulluy Philosophers who do not say That it's the mother, without pretense, Certainly of all metals.

By which it is assuredly evident That as soon as mercury is formed, In him either, without further information, Double metallic substance; This very clearly I explain:

It is first of all, for one, The substance of white Moon, Empres that of the high Sun, This superb vermilion metal; Wisely don't mind

That acertes are two very beautiful bodies That this Sun and this Moon, So naively by fortune wanking emmy the breast Of their primeraine mercury:

For mercury, no doubt, If is made up of two substances, And are these two in spirit To mercury which I have described. But sometime after Nature

Ha formed iceluy mercury Of these two spirits, male and female, Mercury then in straight weft Just ask to train them All perfect, without deforming anything.

And bodily suddenly do them, Without soy of iculx wanting to do. But when these two spirits awaken And the two sperms match Who want to take their own body,

So we have to be records That it is right for their mother to die, Named mercury, homeless, As we have well learned The Alexandrian Gardeners:

Then, all well united, when mercury is mortified By Nature can never Liven up (I promise) As it was first

If how commonly No alchemist speakers, Affirming in mistic words To put imperfect bodies, And also those who are perfect,

Suddenly with quicksilver. I don't say none of them are lying, Only truffle nothing invites them; Judging nobody hates; Only their ticket

Either a circumvention, But only, except their honors, For some they are real jugglers Because based on experience Are and will be at the beance:

Too much pepper is mercury vulgal To become a philosopher, And would they spend their life well To stir up such a fantasy That would only be painful time,

Vain labor and depends tollu. It is true that mercury Will eat by his great cure The imperfect metal, like lead Or estaing (it is well known);

And that one or the other in his belly Of such guyse concentrates on it, And will be able without difficulty Multiply in quantity; But yet its perfection

Will lessen without fiction, And mercury will be no more Perfect: note the excess; But if, to have its internal. We separate its external,

And mortified if he was By art, something else would be, As with cinnabar, or sublimated. Yet don't want it overdone That reviving could not.

Such truth does not move; Because by freezing it by art, The two sperms, either early or late, At mercury point would not take Body fixed, ny also would retain

How are the veins of the earth; So, to keep that no one errs, It is necessary that in his memory we have By which way arrives at the fact Cestuy same true mercury

That only Nature knows how to open; Not the fleeting and vulgal, So eyelash she molts into metal: Because y en ha hung that el works Metal; it's the only one worth it.

So little frozen can't be By Nature, to dexter, to sinister, Within some terrestrial vein, Let the grain fix suddenly come there, Who produces will be of the two sperms

Mercury, and then the true germs, As lead pencils see, If you are there send. Because of lead it is no mine Are countries where the en affine,

That for real the fixed grain is not there, If everyone sees it, That is to know the grain of gold And money, what is a treasure In substance and food;

That thing to all be sure; As the ancients proved, It also I found it: can find it, If you bother to test it.

Freezing bonus Mercury is therefore a lead mine; It is also the most suitable To him, see even indeclinable, To perfect the man,

(This should not obscure), And to quickly make him come At grain fix, and always hold So firm in the battle of fire Let his ardor make a game.

For, as before is said, Lead pencil, without a doubt, Is not without fixed grain, for all truth Of gold and silver; I know that By certain experience,

And there was no such great pain, Following the dict of the minors And the way of the refiners, To flatten to see with my eyes Which made me curious.

Their way, if it's wrong A Nature, made me very comfortable, Desclosing the prime slain Grains of metallicity: Which grains Nature has put there,

So as God permitted; fruiting badge, Who further refers to: Because is this grain surely Who really multiply

Maybe, like a young scion, To come in perfection, And with all might, As I know from experience; Taking care to cultivate it,

I managed to raise it, Verifying without contradiction What the wise have said: And that for good vray I assure. But he being in his mercury,

That is to say never separated Of the mine, thus very despuré; Because all metal in mine being Is mercury, to the dutiful sages, And multiply will be able,

As long as the substance it will have Of this mercury in truth. But if the grain is removed, And separated from its mercury, Who is his mine, well assure him,

It will be then as well as apple Picked green; and this is how We milk what Nature teaches, To get dressed up in something estraigne. Nature teaches the finger, the eye,

To get out of this pitfall: She wants us to clean up germs The time to come to their terms; The grain of gold, no more no less Than cherries and quinces,

Or that apples and pears, Everyone has their time, even Undeterminable moment To be at completion: Because who the apple would snatch

Above the tree all gasteroit At his early training No man had any notion, Ades n'ha et oncques n'aura, How much opinion there is,

Not by art, not also by science, That he can give the substance. Do as long as he can perfect it To die, as could do Belle-Nature indeed,

When fruit was previously Above the tree, where his food And substance had right. While we wait Apple season, being

On her tree, where she grows, Feeds, coming big and small, It takes on a pleasant flavor, Always drawing to himself liquor, Until it's done

Of green well-matured and perfect. Seemingly perfect metal, What is gold, comes to a same effect, But let him remain in his mine, And dies in citrine color:

Because when Nature has procreated This beautiful, perfect grain created Mercury, be certain That always will pursue its course; Without failing he will feed,

Will rise and die To the degree of ripening And occasional increase Of which es mines is susceptible, And where Nature is possible,

In his remaining mercury; But you have to be patient That there will be some substance Of its mercury, no doubt, As done on the apple tree:

'Cause I let every man know That mercury, that is riste, Is the tree, (note this dictation), Of all metals: be they perfect, Be other than we say imperfect,

Can't mesung food Have that of their only mercury. That very well said is that in gold Gist grain of gold! I now add All gold is all seed;

But as long as it stays growing, Endowed on foot of fruitful Of its igniting virtue. Nothing lives, nor bit of chicken, And sus and jus grows and grows,

Best ranging in quality And exaggerating in kindness, Que fors Nature son office Do, good help, do a favor Feal acquitted by gear

What is ignored by human spirit. If default vigor of Nature Always dressing up his procedure, Working in secret from us, How will you help her?

Man can help her, when she helps herself, She now accepts the remedy; But if she's not there, it's a miscalculation, And we only get shame. Do you not see in the scripture?

"Nature frolics in Nature, Nature loves Nature". So In it is what elsewhere is not. Seek generative force, E1 is found in living matter

Has; so much the more lively, So much more proves effective. Why I dy, to revise On this point, and you adviser That if you want to pick the fruit

Of mercury, what is Sol that shines, And Moon also alike, Whenever they are separately Distant in each mining, One another ever so slightly behind,

Don't think of rejoining them Together, don't also join them So as Nature had done On the first, (of what you assure), To multiply well,

Increase and bear fruit; Because when metals are separated Of mine, apart will find Each like small apples, Picked too green and sudden

Of the tree, which ever Will not grow, I promise you; The world has enough knowledge, By reason and experience, From such a fact are vegetable fruits,

And are not these new words Whether apple, or pear, Is torn off, (it is notorious), From above the tree, it would be Madness to whom would hand it over

On the branch to grow fat And perfect; folz do so, And blind people, for no reason, As we see in many a house; Because we certainly know,

And to speak commonly, That the more it is handled, So much the sooner she is consumed. It is thus metals really; See, who would take the money

Common and gold, then mercury To put them back, would do stulture; Because some great subtlety That we have, also skill Or regime that one would think,

Abused man would be there; Either by water or by cement, Or another kind infinitely, More than we can count, Would it always be to count on it,

And always needs to be redone, Like any folz, on this case, Who want the apple picked On the branch to be rebaille, To perfect her again,

Don't abuse this to do: Notwithstanding what learned people have said, Undeceived philosophers, Than the Sun with the Moon, And Mercury, common source,

Spouses, the imperfect metals Will make every attempt perfect; where most people roam, Having nothing else on Earth, Either plants, animals,

Or similarly minerals, To say it's in everyone, So much can it extend around, Not having, I say, in the art of utility, Clean, proper and skilful,

That these only three in one body; But the lisans are not records That those philosophers heard Have not such words spoken, nor returned, To let everyone hear

Whether gold or common money, Nor the vulgal mercury also: They don't see it that way; To his meschief is a prophet, Who so awkward interprets them,

And go their wrong words, Without digging deeper, Take com sound by ear; If such fault, it is not marvellous. Philosophers hide high senses

Who are not addressed to children; As quote the vulgar metals, It is by doctrinaire figures: Because they know that such metals Are all dead, (here no fake),

That never again will resume Substance and life, thus chomeront, And one to the other will not help To perfect; as is, will be; Because it is certainly true

That these are the fruits really Picked from the tree before season; Leave them there for such a reason, And recommend that we leave them Without replying ne quoy ne what is it:

Because on ice looking for Do not find what they are looking for; They know well enough that they Have nothing else but for them And are so different from ours

Never give anything to others. But as it seems to everyone It is very timely Than the apples of the Hesperides Of faculties are not so empty,

So that they perfume around... By what are they going to seek the fruit On the tree which to them well owes, Which grows fat and multiplies Day by day, as long as a tree bends.

Joy is to see such a need; For this means the tree is grasped. Without picking the fruit at all, To replant it nobly In another more fertile land,

More mobile in juices and kinder, And who will give food In a single day per adventure To fruition, which in a hundred years it would not have. If the first land remained.

By this example is meant What mercury it is appropriate to take, Who is the esteemed tree, Revered, proclaimed and loved, Having with him the Sun

And Moon of the same apparatus, Which ones do not separate are One of the other, but together have spiritual concordance With bodily acquaintance:

Humidity, frigidity, dryness and calidity, So good together That quicksilver resembles sulphur, And talks in their principles

And their participle elements Intimate association. After, without extension, Must plant eyelash in another land, Closer to the Sun, to acquire

From marvelous iceluy prouffed, Where the dew is enough for him; For where planted he was, The wind beat incessantly, And the cold, so

How little fruit it had to bear; And there remained for a long time, Bearing small fruits only. Philosophers have a garden Where the Sun, evening and morning,

And day and night is at all hours, And incessantly remains there With a sweet rose, by which is well watered The earth having trees and fruits

Who there are planting and driving, And take two food, By a pleasant pasture. So day by day improves, Receive a very sweet prebend;

And there dwell more powerful And strong, without being languid, In less than a year, or thereabouts, That in ten thousand, (we will say), Had they not done where they were

Plant, let the winds beat them, And didn't sometimes have to What in chevissance one owes them. Now, for the better the practice to hear, To say is that it is necessary to take them,

And then put them in an oven On the fire, where there is night and day. But this wood fire must not be, Nor coal; but to know

What fire will be good to you, Fire must be clear and shining, Of an equal temperature And proportion of Nature, geometrically punctuated

And clibanically graduated, To lead with great consonance By all degrees of his power, Neither more nor less than the Sun. Of such fire will make apparatus,

If you leave here, you want to be saige, As being alone fit for use, Which must not be higher Nor more ardent, without any fault; But always the same warmth

It must be, take note of this thesme, Where the most learned have failed, And many are disappointed there, Because the vapor is the dew Who will keep from being altered

The seed of all metals. You see that vegetable fruits, If they have too much burning heat, Without dew, in little expectation, Dry and sleet will stay there

The fruit on the branch will die, Or no perfection Won't get. For conclusion, If fed in heat, With a damp moister,

He will be beautiful and triumphant On the tree where takes nourishment; Because heat and humidity Is food, in truth, Of all things in this world

Having life, upon this founds me, As animals and plants, And similarly minerals. Wood or coal heat, Certainly is not too good to them:

These are very violent heats, And are not so nourishing May she who comes from the Sun, Which heat maintains every corporeal thing,

As far as it is natural; Why, learned philosophers, At the bottom of the cognoissans nature, Have no other fire wanted to be fired For the work, to tell the truth,

Only by nature, which they follow regulations; Not that the philosopher faces What Nature does and traces, Because Nature always has the thing

Created, as I set forth here, Both plants and minerals, Like animals, Each according to his true degree, Generante where she took liking,

As its dominance extends: Not therefore that I give judgment That men by their arts make Natural things thoroughly; But, and this is quite true, when Nature

Has formed, by his grant invoice, According to its common method And power granted to her, The things that show, man He can help, and hears like

After by art to perfect them More than nature can do. By this means the philosopher Of high knowledge and heavy stuff (To really inform you at all)

Otherwise proposes to work That in Nature, with Sol and Moon, To mercury, opportune mother, In power constitute, And not at this time act.

Sol and Moon, in such closure, No different from their mercury, From which, after the saige Ytal, Made Philosopher's Mercury; That he is more powerful and stronger,

When it comes to making an effort, What is not that of Nature. That may well be the creature; And certainly it is a lot; To the whole world is no longer beautiful,

A masterpiece so admirable, Fors eye of which this art is capable. Because the mercury that I say Of Nature, as undertaken Of two members of his power,

Is too limited in its essence; Only good for simple metals Perfect, imperfect, cold or hot; And let Nature do, Further istra his offspring:

Not that his strength fails him, But the mines where works Don't allow him full use As the work would require, And let it unfold

Ny when rent is needed. Its best therefore is not the best possible, So what is available to him. But the scientist's mercury Becomes by art so triumphant,

So rich in efficient cause, How many degrees ha more than thirty On top of the other, even a hundred And a thousand, and ever increasing, Only for more than perfect metals

Is good, and for the imperfect, In the very end to perfect them, And suddenly do them again, Without diminishing anything more, Add, metre, ny moult,

Leave them unobstructed; Not that I say though That the three philosophers Join them together to make Their mercury, or of the three to extract it,

Like a bunch of alchemists do, Who know about it are not too mistrustful, Who take common gold, silver, As one other agent, With vulgal mercury:

Then after doing them so much harm, Tormenting them so That it seems that thunder carries them; And by their mad fantasy, Abuse and reverie,

Mercury ilz in cuident milk Philosophers and perfect; But never can achieve it; So don't know they find each other What is the first subject

Stone, not its real mining. But they will never succeed, Never at this good will attain, If they don't go to that mountain Of the seven, where there is nothing conspicuous.

And overcoats will look The six they will see from afar. Above this highest Montaigne, will know without fault The royal triumphant grass,

Which named Minerale, Other philosophers, Herbale; Called is Saturniale. But let the marc it suits, And take the juice that comes from it

Pure and clean; of this advice, To better understand this way: We milk the chaff, we take the grain: Of this one is uncertain In the case of common ploughing,

To see that bled is being triaiged. So will you do and more Has golden juicy plant; Its juice therefore which holds Sol and Moon Will shoot without any greed,

Without any separation Do not pervert disunity Sperms from menstruation Who physically suits them. Those who do not come to good,

Possible would be pointless To prove that we falsify the way Of which is also in mining And by wedge weights are attached. On this it should note two points:

Seeds do not handle mie, Man does not know its economy; Their government belongs To Nature, which power holds From God to regulate their mixture.

But sometimes we ostent the strange And another superfluity which breaks the homogeneity substance seminal,

By special the mineral Where the impure cooks with the pure, Fors is crud with meur; For well do we know that the sifting Couldn't make it low nature;

Nature must help with the work, If at the fact of this liquor You can dare it with skill, Beautiful softness and kindness. When this hard knot hauras cut, More will not be prevented,

Because of her you can do well Most of your business. It's the real nice mercury Very subtle philosophers, Which you'll put up your sleeve;

First all the white work, And the red the same. If my sayings hear correctly, Are yours; it's adtiltree thing Going straight through the entrance

that I design. If you geing Outside, to go beyond fears: The danger is too obvious, And the too fatal adventure. Because here is like at this bridge

Hence eyelash that just doesn't respond Is thrown low, tests first, At the steepest part of the river. But as soon as you're in, Permission to take your eslans,

Either turn eyes to the right, Be that desires towards sinister Your path to take. For once, O happy artist, dare everything; To you then everything becomes permitted,

For what borrows nothing has been oSmitted, And you've often twisted your livers To pair both channels What possible is to perfect. See the one you like to hold,

See the tree whose vermilion fruit Spreads like the Sun; See, it's another with an Argentinian apple, Better fragrant than dawn-thorn: Read the one you want,

And be sure that you will have it: Because of the two is only a practice What is sovereign and authentic: Both are made by way of one, Namely Sun and Moon

United in the womb What is connatural mercury, Feeding them with her milk And bringing them to their deed By slow degrees, without violence,

Always according to their appetite. So their inner strength, Day by day and hour by hour, Grows... So their practice pays off

White and red in such a way, Which is so simple and easy Than a woman spinning fuze Nothing will turn away from it As such work will do,

No more than to put she would do hatching eggs when it's cold, Under an unwashed hen, What was never found; Because we do not wash the eggs

To hatch, old or new, But just as they are made Under the hen we put them in fact, And do we just spin them Every day, and bypass them

Under the mother, without more pleasure, To suddenly have the chicken. The whole thing I declared ample, To profit by example. First, don't wash

Your Mercury, but will take it And put him with his father, Who is the fire, this word appeals to you, Above the ashes, which is the chaff. This is teaching I yawn to you,

In a single glass that is the nest, Without jam ny opinion, In single vessel, as said is, From the cockpit, hear it's In a fournel made by reason,

Which is named his house; And from the egg chicken will come out, who with his blood will heal you First of all disease; And of his flesh, whatever one says,

Will feed you for your meat; Of its feathers, so that hears, He will dress you nobly, Keeping you cold surely: Of which the high Creator will pray

That he gives grace to all good hearts Of alchemists who are on earth Briefly the chicken will conquer, To then be nourished by it, Noury and very well substantiated.

Like this little that here is declaring Comes to me from the high God our father, Who for his benign kindness gave it to me in charity, So make you this little present,

So that better appetite Have, seek and follow train May he monster you night and morning: Which I put under a Summary, So that you can hear the case better,

According to wise philosophers The dicts, what hear more. I speak a little rurally: Whereby I humbly beg you To apologize, and to take, And to seek hard, always tender.

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