B.A Good health to you, my Friend! What’s the matter with you now, that you are so sad, and even loaden with Cogitations, and mumble to your self about I know not what?
A. Oh, my Friend! I wish you the like very heartily; and am glad that you come so very seasonably, and at such a time, as I was just thinking on you, and most earnestly wishing your approach; Witness your own Writings, which I do here turn over with my hands and my mind, but yet they are so very obscure, that I cannot worm my self [as I may say] out of them, [or understand them] though I apply the utmost of my Endeavours to understand them. I have likewise read over and over again, the Writings of other eminent and belief-deserving Philosophers; still hoping, that I should yet at length attain to the knowledge of the Truth: But alas, (the more’s my grief) all that I find is only this, viz. that I hold in my hands the slippery Tail of a slippery smooth Serpent, [or Ele] which ever now and then slips out of my hands, and doth more and more defile me. I have therefore resolutely determined with my self, that, unless God doth shortly send me some good Friend, who may lead poor me out of such a notable Labyrinth, I will throw all my Books, all my Instruments, and all such matters which I have bestowed so much time about, in vain, and lost so much by, into the Fire, and Sacrifice them unto Vulcan, that so I may be rid of the tediousness of my fruitless Labours, and unprofitable Cookery. But yet if you would be but so pleased, I no ways doubt, that you might by a few words [and Directions] reduce me out of the snares of so many Erroneous paths, hedged up ways, into the right path: For I well know, that you have bestowed your whole Age, your whole Study, and all your Labours and Endeavours, about such great Secrets, and have by the Divine assistence obtained the very Truth it self. And therefore I do most humbly beg at your hands, you would not leave me destitute of your help, but that, according to your inbred Goodness and Courtesie, you would succour me, your Friend, with some brotherly instruction, and Manuduction. Which if you either will not or cannot do, I must even conclude, not only upon throughly doubting of the Truth and possibility of this Art, but withal, on a firm persuading my self, that those Writings, which are so stuft with the Promises of golden Mountains, are nothing else but mere Old Wives Tales, and frothy Speculations of idle Men, and vain Dreams, though proceeding from Men of so great Esteem.
B. Whats this, I hear thee utter? I could never have believed you, to have been of such a broken and dejected mind. What? Would you contemn the Writings of the Philosophers, and slight them, because they are above your Capacity, and too hard for your understanding? Tis a wicked thing, to entertain such a thought, much more to utter it. I would have you, rather to persuade your self, that you are not as yet worthy of the Secrets and Gifts of so great worth: For though a Man should torment himself with abundance of hard Labours in this World, and should aflict his Body with uncessant Sweating pains, yet would he not effect ought without the Blessing of God. Do you not know that saying of Paul; Tis not of him that Wills, nor of him that Runs, but of God alone that shews mercy. You should therefore reckon your self amongst the number of those, that have run in vain, nor hath God injured you at all. What! does not Christ say, Not all that say unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the Kingdom of heaven, but they only who do the Will of my Father. Examine now your self, and see how the Case stands ’twixt God and you. The bestowing of such great things must proceed from God, and not from the Philosophers. The Philosopher may indeed write down the Truth, but yet it is not in his Power, to bestow upon thee the Divine Blessing, which is the very hinge on which all good things depend. Secrets of such great moment are not the Gifts of Men, but of God, who bestows them on whomsoever he pleaseth.
A. In good time! Is this the Comfort and Instruction, which I begged at your hands? I did not request, you to be my Father Confessor, to hear my Confession of my Deeds, but rather that you would help me, being ignorant and unskilful, by some good and profitable Manuduction and Instruction: For I well enough knew, that wicked Men are never Masters of such great Secrets, nor will I rank my self amongst them. Be pleased but to regard my suit, and only shew me an entrance, whereby I may enter into the right and Kingly way: And as for praying to God, and Labouring without ceasing, leave the Care of that to me: I hope, that God will not deny his Blessing upon my Prayers and Labours.
B. Well! since I perceive you to be so throughly bent, with your utmost study and unwearied pressing on, after such an eminent thing as this is, I cannot but shew you that way, which I my self have walked in, and that too, home to the very place which my self am come unto. Verily, I see the promised Land afore my Eyes, and do daily view its Coasts, nor do I doubt, but that I shall shortly enter thereinto, and have the Fruition of its most pleasant Fruits, if no impediment debar me of so great an happiness. And as concerning your self, seeing that you are nimbler of your Feet than I am, there’s no doubt but that you will arrive thereunto, even assoon as I my self. But yet, pray first declare unto me, about what things it is, that you have spent your Monies, your Labours, and your Precious time, and all to no purpose; that so I may (as much as in me lies) the more conveniently reclaim you from your Wandrings and Errors into the right way. Tis in vain for him that is sick, to expect help and succour from the Physician, if he does not shew the place of his Dolour and Grief. Confession is a Medicine to him that goes astray. Confess therefore the Truth, that I may hear, by what things thou hast been mis-led into so many Errors.
A. [Alas, Sir,] I could not reckon up all, in Order, though I should have time enough of so doing. But your own time, which is far more precious, does not permit, that it should be spent in hearing my foolish Labours. Besides too, the remembrance of so many Labours in vain, and of the loss of not only so much Time but Expences too, causeth a loathing in me, the very remembrance of which I abhor, much more to make a long rehearsal of the same. You may therefore easily guess, that by my insisting upon the bare Letter only of the Philosophers writings, and not understanding the sense and meaning, I have erred from the right way, and have headlong hurried my self into so many Intricacies and Errors. I have searched into Vegetables, Animals, and Minerals, because the Philosophers write, that their Stone is Vegetable, Animal, and Mineral; but I see, that I have not had under my hands the true Matter. For if there does appear in any [of these Matters] the Crows head, yet the other Colours which the Philosophers make a description of (as the Dragons Blood, the Peacocks Tail, Virgins Milk, Coagulum, or Curdling, and principally that Red and Fire-abiding Salamander) did never appear [to my view.] Or, if these [Signs] of Sanguis Draconis, or Lac virginis appear to sight, in some other Matter, yet notwithstanding the other Colours, and other Signs, which the Philosophers make mention of, did never discover themselves [to my view.] What Labours soever I have used, and whatsoever matters I have dealt in, I have even Laboured in vain, and lost both my pains and Expence, and never have received any good from my laborious Operations. Hereupon I did at last even almost throughly persuade my self, that it was an impossible thing, that, out of one Matter, and by one and the same Labour, one Colour should orderly succeed another, and become visible to the sight, by the bare help of an external Fire, as for example, first if all, in the putrefaction, the Crows head, then the Peacocks Tail, then the Dragons Blood, Lac virginis, Coagulum or Cheeslike Curdling, and at last the fixt Salamander. But forasmuch as it appears to me, by the reading of your Writings, that you have orderly met with the sight of all those Colours in your Labours, in such manner as the Philosophers have described the same, I do firmly believe, and give Credit unto your Sayings, as unto a Man that makes Conscience of his ways, supposing, that you would not write such things unless you had wrought them with your own hands, and could even yet perform them at any time. I only beg your help in shewing me the true matter, and the Key thereof, that I may so order the Business, as to cause the Visibly appearing of one Colour after another, in one Glass, and by the bare help of one only Fire; if you do but thus much for me, you may be confident that I shall be the most contented Man [alive.] Nor do I doubt, but that as touching the remainder, as Multiplication, Projection, and such like, I shall find out those Operations well enough afterwards, by mine own studious Search, if I can but once hit on the entrance of the right, true and Kingly way.
B. [Hold a little, and] do not assume so much unto your self, and think that the things which are so easily said, are with as much Facility done. Have you not Read in Bernhard Trevisan, that a certain [Friend of his] had that great Secret as well as himself, only he knew not how to multiply it, nor would Bernhard reveal the same unto him, as having the self same Books, out of which the said Bernhard got the knowledge of Multiplication, himself. But be it as you desire, and seeing you request no more from my hands at this time, but only the matter and some Key, I will satisfie your request, as far forth, as the time and occasion will at present permit.
Attend therefore with diligence to those things which I shall say unto you and such things they shall be too, as unto which you may boldly give Credence. I will not (according to the Custom of many) seduce you, nor will I reveal unto you ought else, but what I have experienced by the Labours of mine own hands: And if you follow the guidance of the bare Letter it self, you will not err, unless God will not permit you to proceed, [but] throw some peculiar impediment and lett in your way.
As touching the matter, which the Philosophers have made that Universal Medicament of, I find that it is not merely One, but Divers, and this is clearly evident from the Writings of the Philosophers, who openly hint unto us, that one of them used this way and matter; another, that, and yet at length became Masters of their desire notwithstanding. From whence it necessarily follows, that the different matters, of which is made one and the same thing, are not unlike in their more inward parts, but alike, though they do not appear so to be, as to their external hue. For it is a thing possible for two, three, or more things to differ much, [from each other] as to the outward form and shape, whereas notwithstanding in their inward parts, they are so agreeable to each other, as that the self same thing may be produced from the one as from the other. Take, for an example of this thing, the Seeds and Roots of some Herb, the which, as to the outside form, have no likeness to each other, and yet for all that, do they produce one and the same Herb, if they are implanted apart in the Earth. Just thus is it with the Metallick Buds and Stocks which are wont to sprout forth, as well from the Metallick Roots, as from the Metallick Seeds, in so much, that a Tree grows up of the same Nature and Form from the Metallick Root, as Springs from the very Seed it self. Now ’tis evident, that in the Metallick Kingdom, ♄ or Lead supplies the place of the Root; ♂ or Iron, of the Trunck or Stock: Jupiter or Tin, of the Bark, ☿ or argent vive, of the juice betwixt the Trunck and the Bark; ♀ or Copper, of the green Leaves; Lune or Silver, of the white Flowers; and ☉ or Gold of the ripe Fruit and Seeds. If therefore the Metallick plant is to be multiplyed, that Multiplication cannot be more commodiously effected then by ☉ and ♄, that is, by the Seed, or by the Roof of the said Tree. Whosoever therefore desires to perform ought in this kind, he will not find any convenienter matters, then ☉ or ♄, that is, Gold or Lead. But yet I do not mean those vulgar Metals, but such, in which the Gold lyes as yet immature and invisible, and which is to be made visible, fixt, mature and constant by the help of Art. So then, the self same thing which may be discerned, above, in Sol, and appears visible to the sight, is in like manner found beneath in Saturn, in an invisible manner. And thus experience it self shews, that, out of two things unlike, as to the outward shape, one and the same thing like them may be made, because their internal parts are of one and the same Nature, and this outside difference or unlikeness proceeds only from the impurity, and defect of Maturation. Out of Saturn therefore, as out of an unripe and impure Gold, some good may be produced: But it must of necessity be well washt, and out of it being well washed, may the first Ens of Gold be extracted, and be fixed. But now, if out of mature Gold, you would yet educe something, it must then again first putrefie and be reduced into nothing, afore any more noble thing can proceed there out of. For it is like to the Seed of the Vegetables, which do’s not admit of any Multiplication of it self, unless they are first put in the Earth and consumed by Putrefaction: And this is proved, and asserted by the Testimony of our Lord Christ himself, who says, that except a grain of Wheat rot in the Earth, it cannot bring forth any Fruit. Certain it is therefore, and firmly true, that Gold cannot be translated into a better degree, unless it be again destroyed, and reduced into such a Body, as out of which it cannot be reduced into its former Golden Body [or Form.]
A. What is it that you say, can it ever be possible, that a Metal so constant in the fire should be on such wise destroyed, as not to be reducible unto its former Body? Verily I have but small reason to boast of any great matters done by me: For I have for some years past tormented my self hitherto, about decocting and cooking of Gold: I have dissolved it in sundry sharp [and Corrosive] Waters, and have beheld its ascending with its yellow Colour, by a Retort and through an Alembick, but yet I never got ought else in the Precipitation of the same, but common Gold, and which was not in the least bettered thereby. And therefore I did at last conclude with my self, as many others have done, that the common Gold could not be the matter of the Philosophick Stone, and it holds hidden within its Body, no more Tincture than it stands in need of, it self; and that therefore it has not the Faculty of tinging other white Metallick Bodies.