I am old, weak and sick (…). The fire torments me too much, and Death is tearing my body apart, breaking my bones (…). My Soul and my Spirit are abandoning me. Oh, cruel poison,
I am equal to a black raven (…). There is Salt, Sulphur and Mercury in my body. They have to be properly sublimated, distilled, separated, decayed, coagulated, hardened,
boiled and rinsed, to cleanse them fully from debris and dirt.
The Twelve Keys of Philosophy