To my friend, Maister Clement Edmonds
Who thus extracts, with more then Chymique Art,
The spirit of Bookes, shewes the true way to finde
Th'Elixer that our leaden Parts conuart
Into the golden Metall of the Minde.
Who thus obserues in such materiall kinde
The certaine Motions of hie Practises,
Knowes on what Center th'Actions of Mankinde
Turne in their course, and sees their fatalnes.
And hee that can make these obseruances,
Must be aboue his Booke, more then his Pen.
For, wee may be assur'd, hee men can ghesse,
That thus doth C ÆSAR knowe; the Man of men.
Whose Work, improu'd here to our greater gaine,
Makes C ÆSAR more then C ÆSAR to containe.
The spirit of Bookes, shewes the true way to finde
Th'Elixer that our leaden Parts conuart
Into the golden Metall of the Minde.
Who thus obserues in such materiall kinde
The certaine Motions of hie Practises,
Knowes on what Center th'Actions of Mankinde
Turne in their course, and sees their fatalnes.
And hee that can make these obseruances,
Must be aboue his Booke, more then his Pen.
For, wee may be assur'd, hee men can ghesse,
That thus doth C ÆSAR knowe; the Man of men.
Whose Work, improu'd here to our greater gaine,
Makes C ÆSAR more then C ÆSAR to containe.
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