Golden Fleece — Trismosin (Splendor Solis Author), 18th-Century MS

sumption of a rogue shoemaker by the wand of
his rigor, at the instant that he thought fit to
display his intrusive discourse beyond the right enclosures
of his simple shoe, to rebuke
imprudently, and as an equal to a venerable
censor, the features and portrait of his grave
painting.
You could, he said to him, speak of your
slipper
But not of a doublet, an arm
or a mitten.
This is also why, very appropriately, decorum,
to avoid envenomed blame and the
censure of a suspicious public, puts before
our eyes this point of modesty.
One should not try more than one can
And many a one makes a noise who cannot even lisp
With this other column that serves him as a prop
and solid support.
Simply practice what the knowledge
Of your art gives you, and experience
what you know.
But alas, everyone henceforth in this miserable time
is so full of himself, and so
flatters himself in his opinion, that he no longer finds
anything too hot for his hand of arrogance

not to take with impunity, thinking indeed to encounter in
this iron age some golden shekels, and more surely
than the bean in the cake A reference to the 'fève' found in the King's Cake during Epiphany.
The ignorant man overwhelmed within his ignorance,
Wants now to discourse on a learned science,
Thinking even to know all that he does not know.
So scatterbrained that, holding a large part of the
caprices of the moon, they break their heads thinking
to make her descend with her influences upon the body of
the earth, mother of the elements, even by a
path they never knew; only leaning
upon the natural appearances of a concupiscible
curiosity and desire for novelties. But
if it be that there is no desire for the unknown original Latin: "ignoti, nulla cupido", according to the
Philosopher, what appearance can they conceive
of the transcendent effects of our good Genius.
Their spirit lighter than a light cloud,
Cannot speak well of an unknown thing.
And no more than the blind who cannot
judge colors, being deprived of sight; so
the ignorant can only speak by lisping
or with their feet under the table of the heaven of the philosophers;
if the fates call you, not otherwise original Latin: "si te fata vocant, aliter non", says Augurellus in
his Chrysopoeia the art of making gold.
That if the favor of heaven is given to you.
Devote yourself to this precious Art,
since otherwise it is not ordained