alchemical blood blud sang sing
bodye of four humour
melancolik saturn
sanguine iupiter
push this map onto willing tongue
the sun and moon of goldfire
a stream of milk from right breast
and blood from the left
lead into gold – saturn into sun
blaspheme the body of earth
the blood of my bodye my terra
blood of choler, phlegm, melancholy
melancholy in blood under saturn
turn to gold in wretchèd arm
this curse this foul air
alkemy is not of the devout
nae the gold in my frozen bodye
is the fault of those who sin for it
as sure as there is sinfull cemist
burning salt in dark room
my body of lead sungold moonsilver
becomes fixed in sin
that sin of the other is as mine
and the spirit needeth not gold
to ascend.
antimony
the cross atop the erth
erth as the form of iesus
and holy geist l’esprit
the bodye of erthe as bred
the blood of venus as blood
(milk from the ryght brest
blud of the left)
the earth as a bodye
containing antimony
burn three parts antimony
one quicksilver in a windowless room
you ascend to meet christ
the spirit is not purifyed
by gold or air
but by erthe and holy deth
the procession of wandering stars
from east to west
the sonne who is fixt
luna who is bashful
saturn who is dry and rules death, lead, melancholy
iupiter who is sweet and rules gentle life, tin, sanguine
mars who is bitter and rules destructive life, iron, choler
venus who is love and rules spiritual rebirth, copper
mercury who is sound and rules the keen spirit, quicksilver
erthe who is body and awaits rebirth, ruler of antimony
the cross atop the globe who wanders
these stars wander and the others
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keep watch over gentle life and body
the stars who rule bodye and element
wander from east to west
and so the blood myrrors them
blud of four humours
blud of no gold but searching for gold
blud of wretchèd blasphemes and heretiks
the dark world of the vater
drynes, swetenes, biternes
saturn, iupiter, mars
here be the father
the lyght world of holy geist
venus, mercury, erth
here be the holy spirit
the world of the world of iesus
of fyre of fyre of Lucifer
the sun and the moon
here be the bodye of christ
the goldsun and silvermoon
fader sonne and holy geist
but is not too the bred the bodye of christ
ye heretic goldsmits
is not the blood of christ that which
flows through mine own arm
ye who would pull the sonne from heven
to eat the gold in’t
the spyrite is not cleansed through
quicksilver mind bodye of salt
is not sulfur the spyrite
does not the three-person’d god
clense the spirite not the alembik
nor the gold by blade
the wandering star
walks from east to west
the heretic follows
from east to west
by water by erthe
by blood of sword and
foul air – he knoweth
not that the lord favor
antimony nor that the
sun of gold is fix’t in the skie
gold meant to rest and
cannot cleanse what moveth
he knoweth not that the lord
favors gentle life iovial
and gentler deth by metallic air
in cold windowless room
nor that the lord favoreth most
the gentlest deth by living