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The Tincture of the Coloring

The fierce animal pursues with awful howls
the tender girl in the field and forest.

Mercurius says without shame: You beautiful nymph, come hither.
No hair shall be touched in your great and deadly danger.

Because he who dies with me will be happy with me:
He will be resurrected after the sad death, and enter into the desired riches.