Anonymi: severall workes of unknowne authors

ANONYMI: OR, SEVERALL WORKES OF unknowne Authors.

NOw I schall her be gynne,
To teche the a Conclusion;
In the name of the Trenete
Send us grace that well hit be;
Now take two Onces as mych of anoder,
And dyssolve on ther with the toder,
Y tel the trowthe as my broder,
Put in to a Glas wyth owtten oder:
Than take three Onces of the bytter,
And meng hym with the swetter;
And put them than into a Glas,
Even right as the toder was:
Than take a unc of the best,
And do with hym as thou didst erst,
In a Glas than thou him put,
And loke thy mowth be wel I shut;
Now thow hast here Glasses thre,
Even lyke unto the Trynete,
Than hem stop these everychon,
Even a sute as thow hast on:
About thy Glasses a wal thow make,
Last the wynde ham al to crake,
Than thy Glassys now all I thre,
With yn that grave they schal be;
Now thys I fed with moysty hete,
To make that Glassys swynke and swete,
Then let hem stonde thus wekys thre;
And wel the beter they schal be.
Than put hem all now into on,
The wich ys lyke than be a stone;
Than let hem stonde so theryn,
Whan thou hast made thy Conjunction:
Tyl sevyn dayes be al I don,
Much the better woll be thy Ston;
Than upon thy Glas thow sett
A fayre heed and wel I mette,
Draw up thy water with esy fyre,
Within a Rotunde good and cler,
Tyl thi Mater wol styl no mer,
Than set thow hem in dry Fyr,
Than se thow styl with reasonabyl hete,
Tyl thy Mater wol no more lete.
Whan he ys ther both good and dry,
Ful fayne wolde he than be moysty;
Than wey that Stone within the Glas,
And put hym hys Lecur has it was;
Now whan thys fryst drawte ys don,
Thow must Embybe with good proporciun:
Now looke thow wel what ys hys whyght,
And wyth the fourth part than hym dyght,
And evermore wyth partys fowr,
Now tyl he be of Whyte colowr;
And thus loke thow make good wache,
Tyl the Body thy Spirit can cache;
And also thy Sowle so must he,
Than understand thow hast thre.
Now schyt thy Glas as hyt was er,
And worke hyt forthe on thys maner;
Whan tho thre to gedur ben knyte,
With moch joy than thow mayst sitte.
For than art thou ricchar than the King,
But he have the same thyng.
Thus is alle thy Medcyn wroght,
Evyn after thin owne thoght;
How thys Medcyn thow schalt encres,
And make hyt mor tyll thow lyst sees;
The trowth I schall now the certefie,
How thow schalt hyt thus Multyply:
Loke as thow did thy Werke befor,
Encres hit forth with mor and mor:
As thow did at the begynnyng,
So continu forth to the endyng:
Thus for soth infynytely
Thou mayst this craft forth Multiply:
Lyke as a man hath lytil Fyr,
And mor to make ys hys desyr;
He be hovyth this ys no nay,
More Wode or Cole ther to lay:
And thus he may hys Fyr encres,
That he schall never be fyreles.
One the same wise thou understande,
Ever thy Medcyn must be growande;
And whan the lyst Projecciun make,
Loke to this lesson good tent thou take;
Whan thy Medcyn is very parfit,
Thow schalt hym cast on hys lyke;
Als evyn than as thow can gese,
On part on Ten looke thow not messe,
The trowthe yf thow wil wete,
Than ys thy Lexer evyn complete;
And than of that On part thow take,
The trew Projeccion thus schalt thow make;
Cast that on Ten of Tyn or Leede,
Or Coper or Mercury ther in that steede,
Into fine Lun hit schal be broght,
Or into Sol evyn after thi thoght:
After that thy Lexer ys,
Be hit White or Rede I wys,
If thow hit cast on Iren also,
If it schal be Lun or Sol ther to:
Thys ar the Secrets of Phylosophie,
I councel the keepe hit secretlye;
And serve thy God both nyght and day,
The better thou shalt speede, thys ys no nay.
Now I have taught the how thow schalt do,
The blys of hevyn God bryng hus to.

[Figure: drawing of lunary plant]

HER ys an Erbe men calls Lunayrie,
I blesset mowte hys maker bee.
Asterion he ys, I callet alle so,
And other namys many and mo;
He ys an Erbe of grete myght,
Of Sol the Sunn he taketh hys lyght,
He ys the Fader, to Croppe and Rote;
Wyth fragrant Flowris that ben sote,
Flowrys to bere in that stede,
Swm ben Whyte, and swm ben Red:
Hys Lewys grwyth, both day and nyght,
Lyke to the Ferment that ys so bright:
I shall declare, thys Erbe so lyght,
To many a man hyt ys a fayre seyght;
Frist at the Rote I wolle be gynne,
That cawsyth alle thing for to sprynge;
A growyth a pon a Mowntayne brym,
Where Febis hath grete dominacion:
The Sune by day, the Mone by nygh[…],
That maketh hym both fayre and bryght,
The Rote growyth on stonns clere,
Whyte and Rede, that ys so peyre:
The Rote ys blacke, the Stalke ys red;
The wyche schall ther never be dede,
The Lewis ben rownd, as a Nowbel son,
And wexsyth and wanyth as the Mon:
In the meddes a marke the brede of a peni,
Lo thys is lyke to owre sweght Lunayre:
Hys Flowrys schynith, fayre and cler,
In alle the Worlde thaye have non pere,
He ys not fownde in no maner wyse,
But of a Schepeherd in Godis servyse:
The good Schepeherd that I her mene,
Ys he that keepeth hys Sowle clene:
Hys Flowrys ben gret and sum ben small,
Lyke to hem that growyth in Dale;
With many a vertu both fayre and cler,
As ther ben dayes in alle the yere,
Fro fallyng Ewel and alle Sekeneys,
From Sorowe he brengyth man to Bles;
Unto that blese that wee maye come,
Byth the help of Marys Sonne:
And of hys Moder that ys so fre,
Amen good Lord for cherite.

[Figure: Spiritus, Anima, Corpus.]

I Schal yow tel wyth hert mode,
Of thre Kynggys that ben so goude,

And how thaye cam to God almyght,
The wich was ther a sweet syght.

I figure now howr besset Stone,
Fro Heven wase sende downe to Solomon:

By an Angele bothe goude and stylle,
The wych wase than Christis wylle.

The present of hem in Bedlem than,
To Cryst brwght Aurum Tus & Myrham.

Owre Sol and Sulphir wyth his Mercuri,
Both Bodi and Soule wyth oure Luneyre.

Aurum betokeneth heer, owre Bodi than,
The wych was brwght to God and Man.

And Tus alleso owre Soule of lyfe,
Wyth Myrham owre Mercurye that ys hys Wyfe

Here be the thre namys fayre and good
And alle thaye ben but one in mode.

Lyke as the Trenite ys but on,
Ryght so conclude the Phylosofeers Stone.

Thow mayst a se her now in syght,
Off owre Stone figuriet a right.

How sende he wase out of Heven,
By an Angele wyth mylde Stefyn.

And by hys fygure thow mayst se
That hyt ys lyke to personis Thre.

To Fader and Sonne and holi Gost,
The wych was and ys of mytis most;

Into hys blyse now come wee,
Amen goud Lord for cheyte.

Ishew you here a short Conclusion,
To understand it if ye have grace,
Wrighten without any delusion;
Comprehended in a litle space.
All that in this Booke wrighten is,
In this place comprehended is,
How Nature worketh in her kinde,
Keepe well this Lesson in your minde:
I have declared micle thing,
If you have grace to keepe in minde,
How that our Principle is One thing,
More in Number and One in kinde;
For there ben things Seven
That in a Principle doe dwell,
Most precious under Heven,
I have so sworne I may not tell.
In this Booke I shew to you in wrighting,
As my Bretheren doe each one,
A similitude of every like thing,
Of the which we make our Stone.
Our Stone is made of one simple thing,
That in him hath both Soule and Lyfe,
He is Two and One in kinde,
Married together as Man and Wife:
Our Sulphur is our Masculine,
Our Mercury is our Femenine,
Our Earth is our Water cleere;
Our Sulphur also is our Fier,
And as Earth is in our Water cleare,
Soe is Aer in our Fier.
Now have yee Elements foure of might,
And yet there appereth but two in sight;
Water and Earth ye may well see,
Fier and Aer be in them as quality:
Thys Scyence maie not be taught to every one,
He were acurst that so schould done:
How schould ye have Servants than?
Than non for other would ought done,
To tyl the Lande or drive the Plough,
For ever ech man would be proud enough;
Lerned and leude would put them in Presse,
And in their workes be full busie,
But yet they have but little increse,
The writings to them is so misty.
It is full hard this Scyence to finde,
For Fooles which labour against kinde;
This Science I pray you to conceale,
Or else with it do not you meale,
For and ye canot in it prevaile,
Of much sorrow rhen may you tell:
By suddain mooving of Elements Nature may be letted,
And wher lacks Decoction no perfection may be,
For some Body with leprosy is infected;
Raw watery humors cause superfluity:
Therefore the Philosopher in his reason hath contrived
A perfect Medicine, for bodyes that be sick,
Of all infirmetyes to be releeved,
This heleth Nature and prolongeth lyfe eak;
This Medicine of Elements being perfectly wrought,
Receypts of the Potecary we neede not to buy,
Their Druggs and Dragms we set at nought,
With quid pro quo they make many a ly.
Our Aurum potabile Nature will increase,
Of Philosophers Gold if it be perfectly wrought,
The Phisitians with Minerall puteth him in prese:
Litle it availeth or else right nought.
This Scyence shall ye finde in the old boke of Turb;
How perfectly thisMedicine Philosophers have wrought,
Rosary with him also doth record,
More then four Flements we occupie nought;
Comune Mercury and Gold we none occupie,
Till we perfectly have made our Stone,
Then with them two our Medicine we Multiply,
Other recepts of the Potecary truly we have none.
A hundred Ounces of Saturne ye may well take;
Seeth them on the fire and melt him in a mould,
A Projection with your Medicin upon hem make,
And anon yee shall alter him into fine Gold;
One Ounce upon a hundred Ounces is sufficient,
And so it is on a thousand Ounces perfectly wrought,
Without dissolucion and Subtillant;
Encreasing of our Medicine els have we nought.
Ioy eternall and everlasting blisse,
Be to Almyghty God that never schal miss.

In some Copies I found these following Verses set before this Worke.

EArth out of Earth clensed pure,
By Earth of himselfe through his nature,
Rectified by his Milke who can it tye,
And afterward united with Water of lyfe truly:
A Dragon lying in his deepe denne,
Rotting in Water to Putrefie then:
Leprouse huge and terrible in sight,
By bathing and balning the Dragon cometh to light;
Evermor drowned in the bottome of his Well,
Tyl all his Leprousie will no longer dwell,
In his owne Nature he altereth cleane
Into a pure substance, ye wat what I meane.
I shew you here a short Conclusion, &c.

WHy art thou so Poore and I so Rich,
Aboundance of Tresure in me thow maist
In all the World I am nothing so liche;
As Man that is so proginitous to my kynde,
The Rych man on the Poore hath no pity,
In me therefore have thow affiance,
It is oft tymes seene in Towne and Cittie:
He is evyll at ease that hath no Craft nor Scyence.
The Ryche men of the Poore now have greate dispight,
That they should wyth thyr cunyng any good thing wyn;
And to give to the Poore almes they have no delight,
Lytle is the Charity that is them within,
And Ensample of Dives as the Scripture can tell,
Poore Lazerus at his Gate for default dyed;
Had he given him Almes he had not gon to hell,
Now for to repent him truly it is too late.
Man thou hast no goods but God doth them send,
Departe with thy Brother as God doth thee Comand.
Thy lyfe that wyll the better amend,
Death will with thee make a suddaine hand,
Thy worldly goods thow schalt forsaken:
Give every Beast againe his due,
And than schall thy body be full naked:
Death on the will nothing rue.

Why so far and I so neare?
Hast thou no grace Man me to meete,
So oftyn as I to the do appeare;
And yet of me thou takest no keepe,
In common Mercury thou doest me seeke:
In Alkali and in Alembroke,
In common Sulphur and Arsenick eke,
Which makes many a man to dote.
Common Mercury is not good,
It bringeth many a man to care;
It makes his Haire grow through his hood,
And his Purse both thin and bare.
Mercury and I are of allye,
But she with me may not compare;
In nature she is both cold and dry,
Therefore I councell thee to beware:
Many a man she makes full bare,
Because she lacks humidity,
On her to spend they would spare,
She brings many a man to poverty.
I am she which wise men seeke,
Mercury which is most of might;
Hot and moyst, light and weake,
Of the Elements I am full right,
Water, Earth, Aire and Fire,
Quality, and Quantity, you can never have your desire,
Without Concoction perfectly,
Great riches in us be,
Who hath grace us for to know,
By vertue of her humidity,
In the Fire our Stone doth grow.

Thou needy man, where is thy minde?
I councell thee this lesson leare:
Our Mercury is but of one thing,
In our Vessell thin and cleere.
Common Mercury in him is none,
Neither Gold nor Silver in him none is;
Of Mettalls we make not our Stone,
By proportion more or lesse,
All manner of Mettalls we deny,
Untill the time our Stone be wrought,
All other Receipts we defie
That of the Potecaryes be bought,
With all Spices, save onely Mercury.
Gould with him stands us in steed,
Our Medicine for to Multiplie,
After our Phisicks Stone be Red.

A true Lesson I have thee tought,
Pray for me and forget it nought:
Many Bookes mayst thou see,
That is not writ so openly.
And as I am true Christian man,
A truer Booke findest thou none;
And thou wilt of this Scyence leare
In riches thou shalt have no peare;
He that made this Booke hath it well preved,
The better therefore he may be beleived;
Therefoee I pray you for charity,
To keepe this Booke very secretly.
If any man this Science of you will crave,
Know he be Sapient that the Coppy shall have
I made it not for every man,
Neither for them that litle good can,
But for me and for my Brother,
Such as have Reason and no other;
Keepe this Lesson well in minde,
Beware thou worke not against Kinde;
And in thy Worke make no greate hast,
That thou labour not in wast:
Worke in light and not in darke,
And ask Councell of a Clerke:
Else may you both lightly fayle,
Without you have both good Counsayle.

TAke our Rose with the red Flower,
Which thou maist know by his Colour;
And him knock into Plates small,
A like thin beate over all.
And with a Corosive good and fine,
Forthwith drawe the same tyne;
Of things that be new and good,
And diverse in Nature and one in Moode,
And put together with strong grinding,
In Horse wombe ever abiding;
In a Vessell good and strong,
Thou so it rule and thinke it not longe,
For within a Moneth or litle moe,
And with his might the Body slo;
Thy Corrosive will thy Rose so frett,
Till he be thin as Milke in Meate.
But how the Corrosive made shalbe,
I will it shew plainely to thee;
As I said to thee before,
Elss knowest thou litle of this lore.

Take Maidens Urine younge of age,
Ashes, Salt, and Lyme,
Of him together make a mariage.
Then the Corrosive is both good and fine:
For without this Corrosive shortly said,
Well compound together in One,
All your Worke is but voyd;
As Philosophers write every ech one:
For Doctors both to lay and Clearke,
Written that our first Warke
Is to bring our Body all and some;
And him to reduce in Mercurium.
Then is our Worke well begun,
If the first love be thus wone.

Now say Philosophers much more,
Our second Worke if thou wilt know,
Labour with paine and travell therefore:
And God is ready thee it to shew,
To bring our Water into Air,
Of Philosophers the second verse,
Spare not to worke and be not afraid;
For so it will be without lese,
But yet be wise in the Warke,
For hasty men never lack woe:
And aske the Councll of a Clarke,
For sober thrift is best thereto,
And so Continue night and day
I thee charge, and sleepe thee not,
For in six Weekes truly in fay,
All into Earth it wilbe brought:
So the Fyre continued be,
Every Decoction to even measure,
And after that fyre his quality,
Thou must all the Worke rule,
For when it is in Earth full black,
Then is it our black Stone,
He is so strong he may not lack,
Tyll all thy Worke be y done.

The third degree as I thee say,
Of our Stone now black as pitch,
Thou must him wash with waters gay;
And make him white for so did Ich;
And when thou hast washt him cleane,
Then is his blacknes gone;
Then is he bright and shine,
As Carbuncle or Beril stone:
But ere he come to that degree,
It wilbe labour but thinke not long,
For many a Colour change will he,
Browne, Red, Russet, ever amonge:
After that to many other mo,
Greene, Blew, Pale and Whyte,
But all these let them goe,
They are not to thy profit,
And when thou hast thus wrought,
By six weekes and a day,
Then is the Earth truly sought,
A white powder collor'd in fay:
But then spare the fyre,
And bate him even to measure;
And within a month and litle mo,
The Whyte Stone hath nigh sure done,
Which will shine and melt as wax,
He must needes Masteries do,
The Spirit and Soule make him so lax;
That all other kindes he tourne him to.
Then Ferment him with his like,
By joyning of true Decoction,
And feede him forth by litle and lite,
That both together be brought in one,
In Colour sight and Demeane,
That there be no division:
As thou hast wrought so will it prove,
Take heede how thou hast done
In this worke of Conjunction;
Thou shalt se marvells greate,
Both going up and coming downe,
Of Colours springing by the heate:
For the soule that is so withheld,
Andthe spirit that is so bright,
I men it seene say they would,
Certaine it were a wondrous sight,
And all this is past,
That God and Kinde hath done his cure,
Of the Whyte Stone be not agast,
He will not flee but bide the Fyre.
Now farther if thou wilt Worke,
To have the ready way,
Take good heede and be not dull,
For ile tell thee the truth in fay:
Hold alwaies as thou did
Before in the other Stone,
Thou cannot faile God be thy spede,
As Clerkes write every one,
For your Fyre will him dere,
So it be dry and lastingly;
Save other while the changing cheare,
Till he have sottill fasting and slye.
First I wot well change he woll,
Into Citrine and pure degree;
And after that Colour is full,
He shall never but be White ay,
After that Tawny and Colour de Pale,
He changeth often in such lay:
Till he be Red withouten faile,
As good Coroll or Rose in May.
Then dread he nothing I wis,
Of this Worlds adversity,
An Emperour of conquest then he is,
The Philosophers sayne worthy to be:
And when thou hast thus done,
And thereof seene the privity,
Thanke God and Christ his only Son.
Together with our blessed Lady.

TAke of the eger bloud that is so Red,
And distill that by Lymbick till it be bright,
Therewith dissolve the Philosphers lead,
Filtering it till it be cleere in sight,
Evaporating it if ye do right.
And from the Medicine with strong Fier,
D[…]still our Mercury most of myght,
Rede as blood and strong of Eyre,
And there you have your Stone I wysse,
Conteyning in them all that you neede,
The Erth thereof true Ferment is.
Of our purpose yf you will speede,
In other Bokes whatsoever you Reede,
From this Doctrine you never flitt,
But further with these Stones proceede;
Into foure Elements dividing it,
Ayre, Water and Oyle well rectified,
The Earth by boyling make white as Whale bone,
Againe together them neately joyne,
And of them make a precious stone;
The matter goeth to the White alone,
This Aristotle tought Alexander his lore,
The Stone thus fixed make fugitive,
Againe with Aer reserved in Store;
And then againe make fix belyve:
Multiply it in one and more,
With Nature and Oyle reserved in store,
Both white and red as you did first,
This secret made me study full sore,
Many a night ere I it wyste;
For my Master from me it hidd.
Now is one point yet behind,
With this Stone that must be done:
Ingendering him of Water, Ayr and Winde,
The Red on Sun the White on Moone,
Molten looke thow cast full soone;
And Multiply in them their Tincture,
And then take of the powder with a spoone,
And straine it on Mercury hott and pure;
And a marvelous Battell thow shalt se soone
Betweene that and the said Mercury,
Either it will turne it Sun or Moone,
And then thou shalt the Mastery unfold,
And thus proceeding Multiply,
In every thing as I have tould;
And thus endeth our PHILOSOPHY.

THe World is in a Maze, and wot you why?
Forsooth of late a great rich Man did dye;
And as he lay a dying in his Bed,
These words in secret to his Son he said.
My Son quoth he, tis good for thee I dye,
For thou shalt much the better be thereby;
And when thou seest that lyfe hath me bereft,
Take what thou findst, and where I have it left
Thou dost not know, nor what my riches be,
All which I will declare, give Eare to me.
An Earth I had all Venome to expell,
And that I cast into a mighty Well;
A Water eke to clense what was amisse,
I threw into the Earth and there it is;
My Silver all into the Sea I cast,
My Gold into the Air, and at the last
Into the Fyre for feare it should be found,
I threw a Stone worth forty thousand pound:
Which Stone was given me by a mighty King,
Who bad me weare it in a fore-fold Ringe:
Quoth he this Stone is by that Ring found out,
If wisely thou canst turne this Ring about:
For every Hoope contrary is to other,
Yet all agree and of the Stone is Mother.
And now my Son I will declare a wonder,
That when I dye this Ring must breake assunder:
The King said so, but then he said withall,
Although the Ring be broke in peeces small;
An easy Fire shall soone it close againe;
Who this can doe he neede not worke in vaine.
Tyll this my hidden Treasure be found out
(When I am dead) my Spirit shall walke about;
Make him to bring your Fier from the Grave,
And stay with him till you my Riches have;
Theis Words a wordly man did chance to here,
Who daily watcht the Spirit but nere the neere;
And yet it meetes with him and every one,
Yet tells him not where is this hidden STONE.

A Dialogue betwixt the FATHER and the SONNE, Concerning the two Principles of the BLESSED STONE.

Father.

MY Sonne if that Sulphur be absent away,

Our worke is reproved what ever they say,

And it is Water & Fire as tru as your Creed

Which constraineth a Body till it be dead:

Of him shalt thou never have your desire,

Till he be blew as Lead through his owne Fire,

I do liken our Sulphur to the Magnet Stone,

That still draweth to her Naturally,

So with our Sulphur the firey Woman Mercury,

When she would from her husband flye.

Son.

Father I pray you for Charity,

Where shall I this Sulphur finde?

For I never did him se with Eye;

Nor never knew him in his kinde.

Father.

In our Water my Sonne keepe it in your minde,

Where he will appeare so white as any snow,

Son.

Grammercy Father ye be full kinde,

For through your teaching full well I know.

Now teach me the Red stone when it is in minde,

How it is made by Natures Law.

Father.

The White and Red be both of one kinde,

Now hast thou my Son all thy desire,

Whose tincture by growing thou shalt it so finde,

Through vertue of the Sun and regiment of Fire

His riches there he doth increase,

Farre passing all that I can name,

If they in Fire shall come in presse:

Gune is their glory but he the same,

For the vertues of the Planets seaven

Shall have, and also from the Pole of heven,

Since the VVorld began noe Gemme is found

Equall him till in vertues all,

The Saphir, nor the Diamond,

The Ruby rich behind shall fall,

So shall the Turkie and Carbuncle:

If they in fire togeather shall fight,

All One except shall loose their might,

The fire on him hath power none,

His Elements be so coequall,

An Incombustible Oyle is this our Stone

In power farr passing others all.

Son.

In what Element Father is our Sulphur bright?

Is it in all, or is it in one?

Father.

In all Sonne he must need be of right,

For Seperacion of Elements we make none:

And yett in them we can it not see,

For sensuall matter is he none,

But equallitie only intellectuall,

Without which our Stone never fixt be shall.

Qualitie Sonne alsoe groweth in the fire;

Betwixt the White stone and the Read,

For Colours many to you shall appeare,

Untill the tyme the Woman be dead:

The which things if ye shall not see,

Red shall your Stone at noe time bee;

For where the Woman is in presence,

There is much moysture and Accidence:

Watry humors that in her bee

Will drowne and devoure our qualitye,

Remember and thinke of Noahs flood,

For too much Water was never good:

And yet as qualitie is hid in quantitie,

So must in Water our Earth be:

Riches in him thou shalt much finde,

After alteracions all due to his kinde;

When Oyle in him is coagulate,

Then is our Stone body made liquefact:

When Sulphur Water and Oyle be one,

Indued with riches then is our Stone.

I cannot thee tell a richer thing;

Then is our Stone when he is fire dureing,

Our Fire maketh her so strong.

Son.

Father how to make our Stone,

Fayne would I knowe that have we done;

Father.

My Sonne with lent and easie heate,

The Elements togeather will kindly meate:

Haste not to fast whilest they be rawe,

Keepe well the Fie, beware of the lowe.

Shutt well the Vessle least out passe the Spirit,

So shall you all things the better keepe;

For if the Spiritts doe passe you from,

Remedy to gett them againe have you none:

And how marveillous it is the Elements to meete

Keepe this as your principall secrete,

At your begining give God the prayse;

And keepe your Matter in heate forty dayes,

But so that all things be made cleare,

Or else you are never the neare:

And within this tyme itt wil be Black;

And oft chainge colour till it be White,

There you may cease and further proceede,

By mendinge the heate to your mesure indeed;

And there withall now will I end,

And to God onely thee Commend.