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A75719	Theatrum chemicum Britannicum· Containing severall poeticall pieces of our famous English philosophers, who have written the hermetique mysteries in their owne ancient language. / Faithfully collected into one volume, with annotations thereon, by Elias Ashmole, Esq. Qui est Mercuriophilus Anglicus. The first part.	Vaughan, Robert, engraver.; Cross, Thomas, fl. 1632-1682.; Ashmole, Elias, 1617-1692.	1652 (1652)	Wing A3987; Thomason E653_1; ESTC R205904	256,178	516

Both binde and lewse only with rype and rawe And ay thanke God who only is our Guyde All is ynugh no more then at this Tyde THOMAS ROBINSONUS DE LAPIDE PHILOSOPHORUM THe Heavens the Earth and all that in them is Were in six Dayes perfected from Abisse From One sprung foure from foure a second One This last a Gritt that first the Corner Stone Without the First the Last may not be had Yet to the First the Last is too too bad When from the Earth the Heavens were seperated Were not the Heavens with Earth first cohobated And when the Heavens and Earth and all were not Were onely Heavens create and Earth forgott No Heavens and Earth sprung all from one at first Then who can say or Heavens or Earth is worst Is not the Earth the Mother of them all And what the Heavens but Earths essentiall Although they have in Heaven no Earthly residence Yet in the Earth doth rest their Heavenly influence Were not the Earth what were the other Three Were not the Heavens what on the Earth could be Thus as they came so shall they passe together But unto Man not knowne from whence or whither And for the tyme of Earths Heaven purifying Six thousand yeares they live and have their dying Then all shall rest eternall and divine And by the beauty of the Godhead shine I sweare there is noe other truth but this Of that great Stone which many seeke and misse FINIS EXPERIENCE AND PHILOSOPHY HAve you not heard yee Princes great you Lords Ladies all Of the mishap and heavy chaunce that now of late did fall A wofull Tale to tell VVho could expresse it well Oh that some learned Poet had byne With me to se that I have sene Or else some other standing by That well could write a Tragidy Of lasting fame and memory For yet not since this VVorld began Such cry such clamour as was than Heard never any earthly Man Experience that Princesse greate I saw her in her Throne Of glory where her Majesty delightes to sitt upon And on her wayting by A blessed Company Of Virgins pure that as I gesse VVere Children to that great Goddesse Their Princely port their Comly grace Their pierles featur'd hands and face Did shew them of most Noble race But of their prudent skill to tell In Artes where in they did excell No earthly Tongue can do it well And as I gazed thus upon that strange and dreadfull sight I saw how that Experience did teach these Ladies right The seven Artes Divine With desent discipline By divers rules and orders grave As she thought good for them to have But for to see how diligent And buisily their time they spent To learne those Artes most excellent The endlesse travells that they tooke From place to place from booke to booke Amazed me on them to looke For some in divers Languages did reason and dispute And other some did sing and play on Organ Harpe and Flute And some with Compasse found All Measures square and round And some by Cyphering could tell Infinite Summes and Numbers well And some with Eloquence began As Poets and Orators to scan The Causes betweene Man and Man And some upon the Stars did gaze And other some sat in a Maze To judge of Seacrets that there was Soe that nothing created was under the Firmament That hath a Being or Life by any Element No Simple nor Compound In all the World is found Under the Sky or Clouds that fly But they sought out the privity This Rocky Earth this heavy Masse This Articke Virgin this let not passe To seeke the thing that therein was But put themselves in presse to creepe Into the Center of the Deepe Where sundry Soules and Spirits doe sleepe This thing Experience gan prudently to debate VVith cheerefull looke and voyce full mylde as seemed to her state And soone decreed she Of her benignity Not for their sundry paines I take But only for her Glory sake That all these Ladies in a row Should further of her Secrets know That from her Majesty did grow VVherewith to Councell called shee A Lady grave of greate degree That named was Philosophy And after their discourse and talke that Lady fell downe flatt On hands knees before the Queene in heaven where she satt And looking upon her face Did say unto her grace Blessed be thou Experience Full mighty is thy Influence Thy wondrous workes records full well In wordell of wordels where thou doest dwell In Earth in Heaven and in Hell That thou art now the very same That of Nothing All things did frame VVherefore now blessed be thy Name Wherewith the Heavens opened and fiery flames did fall Downe from the Throne of endles Joy and seate imperiall Where Angels infinite Like glistering Starrs did fitt So pure and simple was the Light As all the World had burnt bright The flames and floods began to roare And did present their hidden store Of Spirits that fing for evermore All glory and magnificence All humble thankes and reverence Be given to EXPERIENCE Then sylence fell upon the face of Heaven Christalline Where all the Powers mustered full ready ●o encline To that most Sapient The high Omnipotent That said be it and it was don Our Earth our Heaven were begun I am said it the most of might In worde in lyfe and eke in light I am Mercy and Judgment right The Depth is myne so is the Hight The Cold the Hot the Moyst the Dry Where All in All is there am I. What thing can tell when I began or when I make an end Wherewith I wrought and what I mought or what I did intend To doe when I had done The worke I had begun For when my Being was alone One thing I made when there was none A Masse confused darkely clad That in it selfe all Nature had To form and shape the good and bad And then as Tyme began to fall It pleased me the same to call The first Matter Mother of all And from that Lumpe divided I foure sundry Elements Whom I commanded for to raigne in divers Regiments In Kinde they did agree But not in Quality Whose simple Substance I did take My seate invisible to make And of the Qualites compound I made the Starry Sky so round VVith living Bodyes on the ground And blessed them infinitely VVith lyfe and long prosperity And bad them grow and Multiply Respecting these divided things so created by me Their light and lively spreading forth of them in their degree Retourning to the Masse VVhere there begining was And saw the refuse of the same How Voyd and Empty it became All darke and nothing to remaine I put with wrath and greate disdaine My only Curse there for to raygne For I the Author of all Light Did banish Darknes from my sight And blessed all things that shined bright So that I mard nothing I made for that I made is still And so shal be unto the end only to

fruitefull Land Cockle is not meete Gall is ever bitter Honey is ever sweete Of all things contrary is fals Conneccions Let Male and Female together ever meete But both be clensed of their Complexions A Man of Nature ingendereth but a Man And every Beast ingendereth his semblable And as Philosophers rehearse well can Diana and Venus in marriage be notable A Horse with a Swine joyneth not in a stable For where is made unkindly geniture What followeth but things abominable Which is to say Monstrum in Nature All this I finde in the said Boke Brought to me when I lay a sleepe And of one thing good heede I toke The Wolf in kinde is Enemy to the Sheepe The Rose full divers to the wild Neepe For things joyned that be contrary Dame Nature complayning doth sit and weepe For falce receipts found in her Library And there it was so pitiously complained That men so err by false Opinions That be so farr from truth away restrained Like as they had lost wholly their Reasons Not considering in their discretions What mischeife followeth as is oft seene By these false froward Conneccions As doth leapers with folkes that byne cleane Notwithstanding he that is sate so high in heaven Crown'd with a Crowne of bright stones cleere Borne there to raine as cheife chosen of seaven Equall with Phoebus shone in the same sphere Without difference as Clerkes to us leare Sate there most royallin his diadem Very Celestiall and Angelike of cheare And in all vertue like as he did seeme And in that Boke I found well by writing Like as the processe made mention How that there was once a mighty rich King Cleane of nature and of Complexion Voyde of deformity from head soe forthe downe Which for his beauty as it is specified And for his cleanes most soverayne of renowne Was among Planets in heaven stellefyed Certaine Brethren I found he had in Number And of one Mother they were borne every each one But a Sicknes did them sore cumber That none was whole on his feete to gone Hoarse of language cleere voice had they none For with a scabb that was contagious They were infected hole was their none For ever exiled because they were Leaprous The said King rose up in his Royall see Seeing this mischeife cast his Eye downe And of his mercy and fraternall pittye Surprized in heart full of Compassion And began to complaine of their Infeccion Alas quoth he how came this adventure Under what froward or false Constelacion Or in what howre had yee your ingendure But sithence this mischeife ys to you befall There is nothing which were more expedient Then to chuse one out amongst us all Without spott all cleere of his intent For you to dye by his owne assent To save the people from their Damnation And with his blood ere yo be fully shent To make of his mercy your remission The which Liquor most wholesome is and good Against leprous humors and false infeccions When from a veyne taken is the blood Cleansing each parte from all corrupcions The Originall taken from generacions Which is descended downe from stock royall Nourished with Milke of pure complexion With menstrous which are not superficiall But when the Brethren of this worthy King Heard the Language they fell in full great dread Full sore weeping and said in Complayning That none of them was able to bleede Because their blood was infeccious indeede And of corrupt blood made is noe Sacrifice Wherefore alas there is noe way to speede That we can finde to helpe us in any wise Of our Birth and of our Originall Cleerely and truly to make mencion Excuse is there none in parte nor in all In sin was first our concepcion Our bringing forth and generation Fulfilled was in sorrowe and wickednesse And our Mother in a short conclusion With Corrupt milke us fostred in distresse For who may make that seede to be cleane That first was conceived in uncleanes For cancred rust may never I meane By noe crafte shew forth parfect brightnes Now let us all at once our Course addres And goe unto our Mother to aske by and by The finall cause of our Corrupt sicknes That she declare unto us the Cause and why The said Children uprose in a fury Of wofull rage and went by one assent Unto their Mother that called was Mercury Requiring her by greate advisement Before her Goddesses being every one present To tell them truly and in noe parte to faine Why their nature was corrupt and shent That caused them evermore to weepe and complaine To whome the Mother full bright of face and hew Gave this answer remembred in Scripture First when I was wedded a new I conceived by prosses of true Nature A Child of seede that was most cleane and pure Undefiled most orient faire and bright Of all the PLANETS cheife of ingendure Which now in Heaven giveth so clcere a light Whose Complexion is most temperate In heate and cold and in humidity In Erth also that there is noe debate Nor noe repugnaunce by noe quallity Nor none occasion of none infirmity That among them there may be none discord So well proportioned every-each in his degree Each hower and space they be of so true accord Whose Nature is so imperiall That fire so burning doth him noe distresse His royall kinde is so celestiall Of Corrupcion he taketh no sicknesse Fire Water Air nor Erth with his drines Neither of them may alter his Complexion He fixeth Spirits through his high noblenes Saveth infected bodyes from their Corrupcion His Heavenly helth death may not assayle He dreadeth noe venome nor needeth no treacle Winde Tempest ne Wether against him may prevaile Soe high in Heaven is his Tabernacle In Erth he worketh many a miracle He cureth Lepers and fetcheth home Fugitive And to gouty Eyne giveth a cleere Spectacle Them to goe that lame were all their lief He is my Son and I his Mother deare By me conceived truly in Marriage As touching your Birth the sicknes doth appeare Of Menstruous blood brought forth in tender age Your Leprie is shewed in Body and in Visage To make your hole Medicine is no other Drinke nor potion to your advantage But the pure blood of him that is your deare Brother A good Shephard must dye for his Sheepe Without grudging to speake in words plaine And semblable take hereof good keepe Your Brother must dye and newe be borne againe Though he be old be hereof well certaine To youth againe he must be renewd And suffer passion or else all were vaine Then rising againe right fresh and well hewd Old Aeson was made young by Medea With her drinks and with her potions Soe must your Brother of pure Volunta Dyeand be young through his operation And that through subtile natures Confections By whose death plainely to expresse Yee shal be purged from all infeccions And your foule leaprie changed to cleanes With the said words the King began to abrayd The tale

adverting that she had tould How might a Man by nature thus he said Be borne againe namely when he ys old Then said hys Mother by reason manifold But if the Gospell thus doth meane In Water and Spirit be renovate hott and cold That he shall never plainely come into Heaven The King was tristy and heavy of cheere Upon his Knees meekely kneeled downe Prayed his Father in full low manner To translate the Challice of hys passion But for he thought the redempcion Of his brethren might not be fulfilled Without his death nor their Salvation For them to suffer he was right willed And for to accomplish hys purpose in sentence By cleere example who so looketh right Heavy things from their Circumferance Must up assend and after be made light And things light ready to the flight Must descend to the Center downe By interchaunging of natures might As they be moved by meane of Revolucion Soe as Iupiter in a Cloud of Gold Chaunged himselfe by transformacion And descended from hys hevenly hold Like a Golden dewe unto Danae downe And she conceived as made is mencion By influence of hys power divine Right so shall Phoebus right soveraigne of renowne To be conceived of his Golden raine decline And to comfort hys Brethren that were full dull The Sun hath chosen without warr or strife The bright Moone when she was at the full To be his Mother first and after hys wedded wife In tyme of Ver the season vegetative In Aries when Titan doth appeare Inspired by grace with the Spirit of lyfe This marriage hallowed at midday Spheare And at this feast were the Godes all Saturne from blacknes was turned to white And Iupiter let his mantle fall Full pale and meager of greate delight Clothed in lylies that every maner wight Of Heaven and Erth and Gods of the Sea Rejoyced in Heart and were full glad and light To be present at this great Solemnity Mars forgot there hys sturdy black hardines Cast off his Habergeon fret with old rust Venus forsooke her minerall rednes Tooke Gold for greene and she againe also for lust Because she had in Phoebus such a trust That he should this feast hold of most noblenes Of brotherly pitty needs as he must Give her a mantle of Orientall brightnes After this Wedding here afore devised Of faire Phoebus and fresh Lucine Philosophers have prudently practised A Closset round by their wise Doctrine Cleere as Christall of Glasse a litle shrine With heavenly deawe stuffed that dungeon Kept night and day with glorious maidens nyne To keepe the Queene in her Concepcion Religiously they kept their Sylence Till that from heaven their a royall light And there with all in open audience Was heard a voyce almost at mid night Among the Virgins most amiable of sight That said unto them to save that was forlorne I must againe through my imperiall myght Be of my Mother new conceived and borne I must passe by water and by Fire The brunt abide and there from not decline To save my brethren I have so greate desire With new light their darknes to yllumine But sore I dread that venomous Serpentine Which ever advanceth with his violence My tender youth to hurt and to invenome But in your keeping doe you your diligence The King thus entred in his bed royall The Queene conceived under a Sun bright Under her feete a mount like Christall Which had devoured her husband anon right Dead of desire and in the Maidens sight Lost all the Collour of his fresh face Thus was he dead the Maidens feeble of mighr Dispaired flept in the same place The Serpent bold shed out his poyson The Queene and Maidens for feare tooke them to flight Seaven tymes assending up and downe With in a vault now darke now cleere of light Their generation was so strong of might Tfter death now passeth Purgatory Ao Resurreccion as any Sun bright Things that were lost to bring to his glory The Queene tooke her full possession The Soule reviving of the dead King But of old hatred the toxicate poyson Was by the Serpent cast in to their hindring The Prince was buried but of his rising The Btethren were glad the truth was seene When they were washed by his naturall clensing And their old Leprie by Miracle was made cleane The full Moone halfe shaddowed the Sun To putt away the burning of his light Black shaddowed first the skyes were so dunn The Ravens bill began who looketh right Blacker then Jett or Bugle to sight But l●tle and litle by ordinary apparance The temperate fire with his cherishing might Turned all to white but with noe violence Tyme to the Queene approched of Childing The Child of Nature was ready to fly Passage was there none to hys out going He spread hys wings and found no liberty Of nyne Virgins he devoured three The other six most excellent and faire Fearefull for dread in their greatest beauty Spread their feathers and flew forth in the Aire The Child coloured first Black and after White Having noe heate in very existence But by cherishing of the Sun bright Of forraine fire there was noe violence Save that men say which have experience He dranke such plenty of the Water of the well That his six sisters made noe resistance But would have devowred Dasten can you tell Sometymes black sometymes was he redd Now like ashes now Citrine of Colour Now of Safforne hew now sanguine was his head Now white as a lylie he shewed him in his bower The Moone gave nourishment to him in his labour And with all their force did their buisnes To cloath hym fresher then any flowre With a mantle of everlasting whitnes PEARCE THE BLACK MONKE upon the Elixir TAke Erth of Erth Erths Moder And Watur of Erth yt ys no oder And Fier of Erth that beryth the pryse But of that Erth louke thow be wyse The trew Elixer yf thow wylt make Erth owte of Erth looke that thow take Pewer sutel faire and good And than take the Water of the Wood Cleere as Chrystall schynyng bryght And do hem togeder anon ryght Thre dayes than let hem lye And than depart hem pryvyly and slye Than schale be browght Watur schynyng And in that Watur ys a soule reynynge Invisible and hyd and unseene A marvelous matter yt ys to weene Than departe hem by dystillynge And you schalle see an Erth apperinge Hevie as metale schalle yt be In the wych is hyd grete prevety Destil that Erth in grene hewe Three dayes during well and trew And do hem in a body of glass In the wych never no warke was In a Furnas he must be sett And on hys hede a good lymbeck And draw fro hym a Watur clere The wych Watur hath no peere And aftur macke your Fyer stronger And there on thy Glasse continew longer So schal yow se come a Fyer Red as blode and of grete yre And aftur that an Erth leue there schale The wych is cleped

Conclusion To leade an imparfect Body to hys greate parfectnesse In joyning that like to hys like thow standest in no distres For when thow hast joyned the milke to the Bodyes dry Than hast thow the White and Red Elixer truly The which ys a Marvilous and very precious Stone For therein lieth in thys Science all the worke upon In thys Science these Stones be in themselves so precious That in their working and nature they be marvelous To schew thee the greate vertue furthermore I will declare That if thow canst with thys manner of working well fare First thow must take of that Body which ys next Sol in perfection And of his colour toward in ponderosity proportion Being soluble as it were cleere blood running In the hot Element yt ys alwayes lightest and fleeting Then take parte of the Red Elixer that ys the precious Stone And cast him upon that body that ys blood running anon And whan thow hast thus parfectly thys warke wrought It schalbe turned into parfect Sol with litle labour or nought On the same wise do for Luna that is in the Colour so white In joyning with that body that is schining and somewhat light In the same proportion cast him the very white Stone And then ys all thy greatest warke both made and done Than hast thow both the Red warke and the White Therefor blessed be that tyme both day and night For thys warke that standeth by greate vertue and love Thow must thanke Almighty God in heaven above Sonn in the 21. Chapter there write I a full true Rime That ys to say unto thys warke thow have no greate disdaine Till thow have proved my words in deede and thought I know it well thys Science schalbe set at nought My Son to these last precepts looke thow take good hede For better ' t ys to have then to wish for in time of neede For who so ys bold in time to a Freind to breake He that ys thy Freind may be thy Fo and hys emnity wreake And therefor my Son I schall give thee a greate charge In uttering of speech be thow not to large To tell every man what thow hast in Silver or Gold For to have it from thee many men wil be right bold Also use not to revill or ryott that schould exceede To thy bodily health the better schalt thow speede Use temperate dyet and temperate travell For when Physitian thee fayleth thys schall thee availe And leave all blind warkes that thow hast seene or heard of Conclusions Or proved by Sublimations Preperations Distillations or Dissolutions Of such manner of things greate Bokes do greatly specifie And all those contrary sayings in this Craft I do plainly deny Also my Son remember how thow art mortall Abiding but a while in thys World which ys terrestriall Thow wottest not how long nor hence how soone That death schall thee visitt and unto thee Come And remember thee well at thy departing Whome thow lovedst and trustedst best old and young Make him thine Heire and most of thy Councell And give him thy Cunning or thy Boke every deale But beware of flattering and glosing People Of Boasters and Crackers for they will thee begu●le Of thy precious Cunning behinde or beforne And when they have their intent they will give thee a scorne Therefor make no Man of thy Councell rude nor rustie But him that thow knowest both true and trustie In ryding and going sleeping and waking Both in word and deede and in hys disposing Also in thy owne Chamber looke thow be secret That thy dores and windowes be close shet For some wyll come and looke in every Corner And anon they will aske what thow makest there And therefore a good excuse must soone be had Or else thow schalt verily wine for to run madd Say thow labourest sore both sleeping and waking To the perfect way of strange Colours making As yt be sure Bice Vermillion Aurum Musicum others moe Or else with some people thow schalt never have a doe Also thereof thow must have many samples to schew Or else they that harmes thinke will say so Also furthermore I give thee right good warning Beware of thy warking and also of thy uttering For the examination of the People better or worse Ere thow have for thy warke thy mony in thy purse Therefor take heede my Son unto these Chapters sixscore And all manner of things said what schould be don before For in Astronomy thow must have right good feeling Or else in thys Boke thow schalt have simple believing For thow must know well of seaven principle Characters To what Bodyes in heaven moving that they be likned in those figures And to understand their properties and their Conditions In Colours qualities softnes hardnes in their proper fashions Now Son to thee that understandest parfection Sciences Whether it be Speculative or Pracktick to my sentences In thys Science and labour I thinke it greate ruthe Therefore I write to thee very truth And to thee that understandest no parfection nor practike In no conclusion proved that schould be to hys warke like By Almighty God that all thys world hath wrought I have said and performed to thee right nought Therefore my Son before that thow thys Boke begin Understand wisely in thys what ys written therein For if thow canst not finde by thys Boke neither Sol nor Moyn● Then go forth and seeke thow further as other fooles have done Explicit Liber dictus Pater Sapientiae Vaughan sculp IN the name of the holy Triniti Now send us grase so hit be Fyrst God made both Angel and Heaven Na alleso the World wyth Planets seaven Man and Woman wyth gret sensewalite Sum of estate and other in hyr degree Both Best and Worme for in the grown crepe Everyech in hys kynd to receve hys mete Egles and Fowles in the Eyre donfle And swemynge of Fycheys also in the See Wyth vygital moystter and of the red Grap And alleso of the why●e hos can hym take Alle meneral thyng that growyth in grownd Sum to encrese and sum to make an end Alle thes bryngeth now to owre howse The mightti Ston that ys so precius Thys ryche 〈◊〉 that sto●n of pryce The whych 〈◊〉 send owt of Paradyce Thus made the gret God of heven Whych alle ben rewled under Planets seaven God send us parte of thys secrete And of that heven that ys sweet AMEN IYfe thow wilt thys warke begyn Than schrevy the clene of alle thy Seyne Contryte in hert wyth alle thy thowght And ever thenke on hym that the der bowght Satisfaction thow make wyth alle thy myght Than thre fayre flowers thow hast in syght Yet nedeth the mor to thy conclesyon Take thow good hede nowe to thys lessen Thow must have Grase Nature and Resen Spekelatif and Coning wyth good Condition Yet thow must have more now herto Experience wyth Pracktik Prudent also Patient that thow be and

Holi in Lysyngs Thenke thow on thys in thy beginings Thes fowrtyn Hestys as I the saye Ever kepe thow man both nyght and day Of thy desyres thow mayst not mysse And alleso of heven that swezt bless Conyng Experience Pracktike Prudent Pacience Gras Nature Reson Spekelative Holi lifing HERMES BIRD PRoblemis of olde likenes and fuguris Wych proved byn fructuos of sentens And have auctorite grounded in Scripture By resemblaunce of notabil apperence Wych moralites concludyng on prudence Lyke as the Bibel reherseth be wryting How Trees sum tyme chese hemselfe a Kyng First in they re choise they namyd the Olyve To regne among hem Iudicium doth expres But he hymselfe can excuse hym blyve He myght not forsake hys fatnes Nor the Fig-tree hys amorus swetnes Nor the Vyne hys holsum fresche terrage Wych gyveth comfort to all manner of age And sembleabil Poyetes laureat By derke parables full convenient Feyn●in that Bird is and Bests of estate As rial Egeles and Lyons by assent Sent owte writtes to holde a Parlement And made degrees brevely for to sey Sum to have Lordschip and sum to Obey Egeles in the Eyre hyghest take they re flyght Power of Lyons on the grownde ys sene Cedre amonge Trees highest ys of sight And the Laurer of nature ys ever grene Of flowris all Florra Goddes and Quene Thus of all thyng ther byn diversites Sum of estate and sum of lower degres Poyetys write wonderfull lyknes And Covert kepe hemselfe full clos They take Bestes and Fowles to witnes Of whos feynyng Fabelis furst a ros And here I cast unto my purpos Owte of the Frensche a tale to transcelate Whych in a Pamphlet I red and saw as I sate Thys Tale wych y make of mencion In gros reherseth playnely to declare Thre Proverbys payed for raunsome Of a fayre Byrde that was take in a snare Wonder desirus to scape owte of hir care Of myne Auctor followyng the prosses So as it fel in Order y schall expres Whilom ther was in a small vilage As my Auctor maketh rehersal A Chorle the wich had lust and gret corage Within hymselfe by hys deligent travel To aray hys Garden with notabil reparel Oflenght and brede y lyche square and long Heggyd and dychyd to make yt sure and strong All the Aleys made playne with Sande Benches coverid with new Turves grene Set Erbes with Condites at the ende That wellid up agen the Sun schene Lyke Silver stremys as any cristal clene The burbely Waves up ther on boylyng Rownde as Beral theyr bemys owte chedyng Mides the Garden stode a fresh Lawrer Ther on a Byrde syngyng both day and nyght With shinyng federis brighter then Gold weer Wych wyth hir song made hevy hertis lyght For to behold hit was an hevenly syght How towerd evyn and in the dawnyng Sche dyd her payne most amens to syng Esperus enforced hyr corage Towerd evyn when Phebus went to nest Amonges the braunches to hir avauntage To syng hir complyn as yt was best And at the rysyng to the Quene Alcest To syng ageyne as hit was to hir dew Erly on the morow the day-ster to salew Hit was a very hevenly melody Evyn and Morne to her the Byrd song And the sote sugeryd Armony Of uncoud Warbelis and twenes drew along That al the Garden of the noyse rong Tyll on a morow that Tytan schone ful cler The Byrd was trapped and cawt in a Panter The Chorle was glad that he thys Byrd hath take Mere of cher loke and of visage And in all hast he cast for to make Within hys howse a lytil prati Cage And with hir songto rejoyce hys corage And at the last the sely Byrd abrayde And sobirly to the Chorle sche sayde I am now take and stond under daunger Hold streyte that y m●y not fle Adew my song and al my notes cler Now that y have lost my liberte Now y am thrall and sumtyme was fre And trust wel y stand in distres Y can nat syng ne make no gladnes And thogh my Cage forged were of Gold And the penacles of Beral and Cristal Y remember a Proverbe sayde of olde Who lisit hys fredom in sooth he ys in thral For me had laver upon a branche smale Merle to syng amonge the wodis grene Than in a Cage of Golde bryght and chene Songe and Presun have non acordaunce Trowys thow y wyl syng in Presun Song procedet of joy and plesaunce And Presun causeth deth and destruction Ryngyng of Feteris maketh no mere sown Or how schoulde he be glad and jocownde Ageyn hys wil that lyth in cheynys bownde What avayleth a Lyon to be a Kyng of Bestes Fast schut in a Tower of ston alone Or an Egell under stryte cheynys Called also the Kyng of Fowlys everichon Fy on Lordschyp whan Liberte ys gon Answer herto and hit nat a start Who syngeth mere that syngeth not with hert If thow wilt rejoyce the of my syngyng Let me go fleen fre fro dawnger And every day in the mornyng Y wyll repayre to thy Lawrer And fressely to syng with notis cler Under thi Chaumber or afore thy Hal Every season when thow lyst me cal To be schut and pyned under drede No thyng acordyng to my nature Though I were fed with Mylke and Wastelbrede And swete Crudis brought to my pasture Yet had y lever do my bese cure Erly in the morow to shrape in the Vale To fynde my dener amongs the Wormys smale The Laborer ys gladder at hys Plough Erly on the morow to fede hym on bakon Then sum ben that have tresour y nowgh And of al deyntes plente and foyson And no fredom with hys pocession To go at large but as Bere at the stake To pas hys bondes but yf he leve take Take thys answer ful for conclusion To synge in prison thow schalt not me constreyne Tyll y have fredom in woddis up and downe To fle at large on bowys both rough and plaine And of reson thow schuldest not disdeyn Of my desyre but laugh and have good game But who ys a Chorle wold every man wer the same Well quod the Chorle sith hit woll not be That y desyre by my talkyng Magre thy wyll thow schalt chese on of thre Within a Cage merele to syng Or to the Kychyn y schall thy bode brynge Pul thy federis that byn so bryght and clere And after rost or bake the to my dynere Then quod the Byrde to resson y sey not ney Towchyng my song a ful answer thow hast And when my federis pulled byn awey Ify be rosted or bake in a past Thow schalt of me have a smal repaste But yf thow wylt werke by my councel Thow mayst by me have a gret avayle If thow wolt to my rede assent And suffer me go frele fro Preson Witowte raunsom or any oder rent Y schall the gyf a notabil grete gwerdon The thre grete Wysdomys acordyng to reson Mor of

two dayes Journey homeward To aske him a question to him againe I fared Which I had forgotten and would not for my Land But that doubt truly I might understand I thought it not much to goe backe with all speede To seeke him out to the house where I left him I yed And there in a Chamber anone I founde him out Praying upon his Beades very devout Father quoth I a word with you I doe beseech Who is that quoth he my Son Charnock by his speech Yea forsooth quoth I I am come back to you Desiring you heartily to tell me one thing true Which is this Who was in Philosophy your Tutor And of that Seacret to you the Revealer Marry quoth he and speake it with harty Joy Forsooth it was Ripley the Canon his Boy Then I remembred my good Master againe Which tould he did it never attaine Of no manner of Man but of God he put it in his head As he for it was thinking lying in his Bead And thus I tarried with him all that night And made him as good Cheere as I might In the morning I tooke my leave of him to depart And in the processe of tyme came home with a merry heart But that mirth was shortly turn'd to care For as I have tould you so my Worke did fare Once I set it on fyre which did me much woe And after my Man hindred me a Moneth or two Yet the Gentleman did me more spight then the rest As when he made me from worke to be prest Then Bedlam could not hold me I was so frett But sowst at my worke with a greate Hatchett Rathing my Potts and my Glasses altogether I wisse they cost me more or I gott them thither The ashes with my stur flew all about One Fire I spilt and the other I put out All the Rubish to the dunghill I carried in a Sack And the next day I tooke my Coates with the Crosse at the back And forth I went to serve a Soldiers rome And surely quoth I there shall come the day of Dome Before I practise againe to be a Philosopher Wherefore have me Commended to my good Master And now my students in this Art my promise I have kept justly And that you shall finde true when you understand me truly Which before that day never thinke to speede For a plainer Boke then this never desire to reade And true it is also yf you can pick it out But it is not for every Cart slave or Loute This to understand no though his witts were fyne For it shal be harde enough for a very good Divine To Conster our meaning of this worthy Scyence But in the study of it he hath taken greate diligence Now for my good Master and Me I desire you to pray And if God spare me lyfe I will mend this another day Finished the 20th of JULY 1557. By the unlettered Schollar THOMAS CHARNOCK Student in the most worthy Scyence of ASTRONOMY and PHYLOSOPHY Aenigma ad Alchimiam When vii tymes xxvi had run their rase Then Nature discovered his blacke face But when an C. and L. had overcome him in fight He made him wash his face white and bright Then came xxxvi wythe greate rialltie And made Blacke and White away to fle Me thought he was a Prince off honoure For he was all in Golden armoure And one his head a Crowne off Golde That for no riches it might be solde Which tyll I saw my hartte was colde To thinke at length who should wyne the filde Tyll Blacke and White to Red dyd yelde Then hartely to God did I pray That ever I saw that joyfull day 1572. T. Charnocke Aenigma de Alchimiae WHen vii tymes xxvi had runne their rase Then Nature discoved his blacke face But whith an C. and L. came in with great blost And made Blacke nye to flye the Coste Yet one came after and brought 30. off greate might Which made Blacke and White to flee quite Me thought he was a Prince off honor For he was all in Golden Armoure And one his hed a Crowne off Golde That for no riches it myght be solde And trewly with no Philosopher I do mocke For I did it my sellffe Thomas Charnocke Therefore God coomforte the in thy warke For all our wrettinges are verye darke Despyse all Bookes and them defye Wherein is nothing but Recipe Accipe Fewe learned men with in this Realme Can tell the aright what I do meane I could finde never man but one Which cowlde teache me the secrets off our Stone And that was a Pryste in the Close off Salesburie God rest his Soll in heven full myrie 1572. T. CHARNOCKE BLOOMEFIELDS BLOSSOMS OR The Campe of PHILOSOPHY WHen Phoebus was entred the signe of the Ramme In the Moneth of March when all things do spring Lying in my bed an old Man to me came Laying his hand on my buisy head flumbering I am said he Tyme The Producer of all thing Awake and rise prepaire thy selfe quickly My intent is to bring thee to the Campe of Philosophy Bloomes and Blossomes plentifully in that field Bene plesantly flourishing dickt with Collour gay Lively water fountaines eke Beasts both tame and wild Over shaddowed with Trees fruitefull on every spraye Mellodiously singing the Birds do sitt and say Father Son and holy Ghost one God in persons three Impery and honor be to thee O holy Trinity Lo thus when he had said I arose quickly Doing on my Clothes in hast with agility Towards the Campe we went of Philosophy The wonderfull sights ther for to see To a large greate Gate father Tyme brought me Which closed was then he to me said Each thing hath his Tyme be thou then nothing dismaid Then greate admiration I tooke unto my selfe With sore and huge perturbacion of minde Beholding the Gate fastned with locks twelve I fantised but smally that Tyme should be my frend Why studiest thou man quoth hee art thou blinde With a rodd he touched me whereat I did downe fall Into a strong sleepe in a Dreame he shewed me all Igitur audite somnium meum quod vidi In the thousand yeare of Christ five hundred fifty and seaven In the Moneth of March a sleepe as I did lye Late in the night of the clock about Eleven In spirit wrapt I was suddainely into Heaven Where I saw sitting in most glorious Majestie Three I beholding adored but one Deitie A Spirit incircumscript with burning heate incombustible Shining with brightnes permanent as fountaine of all light Three knit in one with Glory incomprehensible Which to behold I had a greate delight This truly to attaine to surmounteth my might But a voyce from that Glorious brightnes to me said I am one God of immensurable Majestie be not affraid In this Vision cleere that did it selfe soe extend With a voyce most pleasant being three in one Peirced my Minde and tought me to Comprehend The darke sayings of Philosophers each one The