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At fir hours exercifeth, and is quiet
Precifely at his time, nor will abate
One hour from his wonted time offleep
And all his body wholfome for to keep.
Io Thus when his temper is moft exquifite,
He doth his eafement in a chofen place,
Which fraight he clofeth up, and this in fpghs
Of Nature mufi be gold, which he doth grace
So far as it to keep with monfirous care,
Still hoping thus to finde the ftone moft rare
ii And left his hope thould feem on fandy ground
For to be built, he citeth Morian,
Thus fpeaking that our flone is only found
Upon a dunghil, and whoever can
It thence extra&t hallfurely it finde,
But whofo elfewhere feeks concludes him blinde
i z This dunghil what doth it denote faith he
But humane ordure fince the fame doth fay
To Calid, that if he would lift to fee
Within himfelf, he thould without a nay
The true mine of our fecret flone fpy,
Nor need he elfewhere for the fame to try,
13 To this another addeth Urine, this
(Saith he) is Mercury which wife men he,
For want of which fo many hap torIE
The mark and vcry fondly flip afde,