Observations upon Anthroposophia theomagica, and Anima magica abscondita by Alazonomastix Philalethes.

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Observations upon Anthroposophia theomagica, and Anima magica abscondita by Alazonomastix Philalethes.
Author
More, Henry, 1614-1687.
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[London] :: Printed at Parrhesia, but are to be sold, by O. Pullen ...,
1650.
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Vaughan, Thomas, 1622-1666. -- Anthroposophia theomagica.
Vaughan, Thomas, 1622-1666. -- Anima magica abscondita.
Alchemy.
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"Observations upon Anthroposophia theomagica, and Anima magica abscondita by Alazonomastix Philalethes." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A51308.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 6, 2024.

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Pag. 13.

Lin. 8. But meethinks Nature complains of a prostitution, &c. Did not I tell you so before, that Philalethes was a pander? and now hee is convinced in his own conscience and confesses the crime, and his ears ring with the clamours and com∣plaints of Madam Nature, whom he has so lewdly prostituted. Sad Melancholist! thou art affrighted into the confession of crimes that thou art not only not guilty of, but canst not be guilty of if thou wouldst. Is there never a one of our City Divines at leasure to comfort him and compose him? I tell thee, Madam Nature is a far more chast and discreet Lady, then to lye obnoxious to thy pro∣stitutions. These are nothing but some unchast dreams of thy prurient and pol∣luted phansie. I dare quit thee of this fact, Philalethes! I warrant thee, Thou

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hast not Iaid Madam Nature so naked as thou supposest, only thou hast, I am afraid, dream'c uncleanly, and so hast polluted so many sheets of paper with thy Nocturnall Canundrums, which have neither life, sense, nor shape, head nor foot that I can find in them.

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