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As an Adept, I, Anonymous Philaletha, a Philosopher of arcane chemical and physical medicine, in the year of the Redeemed world one thousand six hundred forty-five, and in the twenty-third year of my age, have decided to write this little treatise, so that I might pay the debt to the Sons of Art and extend a hand to those entangled in the Labyrinth of Error, and so that it may appear to the Adepts that I am their equal and brother, and that those deceived by the trifles of Sophists may see and embrace the light by which they may safely return. Furthermore, I predict that not a few will be enlightened by these labors of mine. These are not Fables, but real Experiments, which I have seen, done, and known, as the Adept will easily gather from these lines. Therefore, as I write these things for the good of my neighbor, let it suffice that I have professed that no one writing in this art has ever written so lucidly, and that I, while writing, have often laid down my pen, for I would rather have hidden the truth under the mask of envy; but God compelled me, whom I could not resist, who alone knows hearts.