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A few years ago, that true interpreter of my genius brought these things forth under a false name, bringing into the air the GOLDEN times of the REBORN AGE. That man, I say, was Hinricus Madathanus a pseudonym for Adrian von Mynsicht with his cloak turned around. While some Batillus a reference to a literary thief or plagiarist or other, catching at the winds of conceited praise, falsely claims that work with a vain front, behold: Apollo the god of truth, justly indignant that an undeserved honor was being snatched from his client, and providing for him beyond hope, restored his things to the author by revealing his name. This was done so that the deceitful little crow should not henceforth boast in those feathers. It has not been our purpose until now to spread these mysteries more clearly to an ungrateful world within the pages of my little book. For a pearl is not owed to swine, nor are sacred things to profane dogs. However, lest I seem to have begrudged the talents granted to me, I have not been born for myself alone, but also for that distinguished part of the world and the noble sons of the wise. Behold for you, offspring of heaven, the things which that Messenger the author's previous persona of mine once reported, bound in a foreign dress. I myself, having removed the mask (as the powers above seem to wish), willingly make all things public with my present right hand. But I make them public through these Testamentary tables, in that solemn form which is proper. You, the Heir, use with a grateful mind all the monuments of my heart which I appoint for you, for the praise of the nourishing Divine Power, as is right. Therefore, so that its perfection may be established for this Testament, those things which I witness are duly confirmed with me by those called.