Lumen de Lumine

This speech made me quickly look up to those glittering Turrets of Salt, where I could see a stupendous Cataract, or Waterfall. The streame was more large than any River in her full Chanell, but notwithstanding the Height, and Violence of its Fall, it descended without any Noyse. The Waters were dash'd, and their Current distracted by those Saltish Rocks, but for all this they came down with a dead silence, like the still, soft Ayr. Some of this Liquor (for it ran by me) I took up, to see what strange wollen substance it was, that did thus steale down like Snow. When I had it in my hands it was no Common water, but a certaine kind of Oile of a Waterie Complexion. A viscous, fat, mineral nature it was, bright like Pearls, and transparent like Chrystall. When I had viewd and search'd it well it appear'd somewhat spermatic, and in very Truth it was obscene to the sight, but much more to the Touch.