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I have opened, as a Spagyrist, the hidden secrets of the earth,
Searching the hidden bowels so that I might be able to by art:
I offer the first-fruits gratefully to your love,
And say to you (may this small mite be welcome, I pray).
Receive into your bosoms these welcome tokens of my mind,
So that I may wish my own things to be better for your sake:
Even if they are small, they are the ears of the first harvest,
May God grant favorable winds to my beginnings.