be done, because it is the Fire of Nature, which is to create the Stone, and which cannot be manifested without the corruption of its Body, Cap. 28. Theor. Test. pag. 51. Vol. 4. Th. Chym.
Lastly, He calls the Destillation of this Matter the first Gate also. The way of preparing the Stony, and fermentable Spi∣rit is, to take the Juice of Lunary, and extract the sweat of it with a small and gentle fire, and you will have in your power one of our Argent vives in Liquor, in the form of a white water, which is the ablution and purgation of our Stone, and its whole Nature: And that is one of the most principal Secrets, and is the first Gate, as you may understand by the Reasons aforesaid, &c. Cap. 9. Theor. Test. pag. 21. of the same Volume,
Being perswaded by these and the like Quotations, I may affirm, that Atrop is to be written rather than Adrop, because besides the Blackness or Philosophical Lead, Atrop signifies the beginning or first Gate of the Work.
11. That in the Adeptical Chymy are many Green Lyons, to be necessarily distinguished one from another.
By the first the Adepts meant the Coelestial Sun, governing the whole World.
The second is Argent vive, more common to us than common Ar∣gent vive.
The third is called Argent vive dissolved into a Green Colour.
The fourth is Adrop, Azoquean Vitriol, Philosophers Lead, &c.
A fifth is the Stinking Menstruum, otherwise called the Blood of the Green Lyon.
A sixth is the Green Lyon of Fools, Roman Vitriol, Verdi∣greece, &c.
The seventh is extraordinary, namely, common Mercury sublimed.
12. That there are also many Saturns.
The first is common Lead, the impurest of Metals, and consequently the most remote of all in our Art; which to prove by the Sentiments of the Adepts is a thing superfluous, finding almost every where amongst the Adepts a solemn caution for us to beware of this devour∣er of Metals and Minerals, Saturn. Have a care, saith Ripley, (to bring one Witness for all) of operating with Saturn, because it is commonly said, Eat not of the Son, whose Mother is defiled, and believe me, many Men err in Saturn. Hear what Avicenne