Frater, ye Wise Perdurabo, that

Myghtye Chiefe of ye Rosy-Cross Fraternitye,

now sepulchred in ye Vault of ye Collegium S.S.

And soe may we doe alle!

ATTE YE BATHES OF ART.

Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor:

Lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.

ATTE YE INDUYNGE OF YE HOLY VESTURES.

In the mystery of these vestures of the Holy Ones, I gird up my power in the girdles of righteousness and truth in the power of the Most High: Ancor: Amacor: Amides: Theodonias: Anitor: let be mighty my power: let it endure for ever: in the power of Adonai, to whom the praise and the glory shall be; whose end cannot be.