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Opera Saturni Page 28
Who knoweth not thys yn knowledge is but blynd:
He may forth wander as Myst doth wyth the Wynd;
Woting never wyth perfytnes where to lyght,
Because he cannot conseve our words aryght.
5.Joyne kynd to kynd therefore as reason ys,
For every Burgeon answereth to his owne Seed;
Man begetteth Man, a Beast a Beast lykewyse;
Ferther of thys to trete it is no need,
But understond thys poynt yf thou wylt spede;
Every thyng ys fyrst Calcyned in hys owne kynd,
Thys well consevyng, frute thereyn shalt thou fynde.
6.And we make Calxes unctious both Whyte and Red,
Of three degrees or our Base be perfyt;
Fluxyble as Wex, ells stond they lyttle in sted;
By ryght long processe as Phylosophers wryte,
A yere we take or more for our respyte:
For in lesse space our Calxe wyll not be made,
Able to tayne with colour whych wyll not vade.
7.As for the Proporcyon thou must beware,
For therein many one ys beguylyd,
Therefore thy warke that thow not marre;
Lat the Body be sotelly fylyd
With Mercury, as much then so subtylyd:
One of the Sonn,two of the Moone,
Tyll altogether lyke pap be done.
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