O you! who, to make Gold by art, are always in the middle of the flames ofyour glowing coals; you who freeze and solve your various mixtures in so
many ways, sometimes dissolving them entirely, sometimes coagulating them
only partially, how comes that, like smoky moths, you spend days and
nights roving around your furnaces?
many ways, sometimes dissolving them entirely, sometimes coagulating them
only partially, how comes that, like smoky moths, you spend days and
nights roving around your furnaces?
