Ripley reviv'd, or, An exposition upon Sir George Ripley's hermetico-poetical works containing the plainest and most excellent discoveries of the most hidden secrets of the ancient philosophers, that were ever yet published / written by Eirenæus Philalethes ...

The Battle's fought, the Conquest won, The Lyon dead reviv'd; The Eagle's dead which did him slay, And both of sense depriv'd. The Showrs cease, the Dews which fell For six weeks, do not rise; The ugly Toad that did so swell, With swelling bursts and dies.

The Argent Field with Or is stain'd, With Violet intermix'd, The sable Black is not disdain'd, Which shews the Spirits fix'd. The Compound into Atoms turn'd, The Seeds together blended; The flying Soul to th' Earth return'd, The soaring Bird descended. The King and Queen contumulate, And joyn'd as one together; That which before was two, by Fate Is ty'd, which none can sever. The King begets the Queen with Child, Conjunction doth allay Their fury who before were wild, Conception both doth slay. The King is Brother to his Wife, And she to him is Mother; One Father is to both, whose life Depends upon each other. The one when dead, the other dyes, And both are laid in Grave; The Coffin's one in which both lyes, Each doth the other save. Yet each the other doth destroy, And yet both are amended;

One without t' other hath no joy, Both are of one descended. Twice fourty days do come and go, To which twice five are added, These do produce a perfect Crow, Whose blackness chears hearts sadded. Twice fifteen more produce a Dove, Whose wings are bright and tender; Twice ten more make the Soul above To need no Fire defender. For Soul and Body so combine, The Spirit interceding, Tincture to give of Silver fine, The Soul the Body in leading. Also such fixity to add, Against the Flames prevailing, Which may the Chymist make full glad, The Sophister still failing. Who seeks in fancies for to find Our Art so much concealed, Not duly weighing in his mind That 'tis a Fountain sealed, Which one thing only can unlock; This one thing learn to know, Lest you the same event should mock, That thing these Lines do shew.