Of the use of Butterflies.
He that beholds the forms, clothing, elegancy, and rich habits of the Butterflies, how canhe choose but admire the bountisul God, who is the Author and giver of so rich treasure? where∣fore art thou proud in decking thy self, and takest so much delight in thy own beauty? possess thy temporary fading goods without envie, for know that there is no Butterfly but is as beautiful and pleasing, and for the length of their life they have a more constan•• comeliness than thou hast: thou hast it may be an incredible agility of body, and numbleness in running, but yet O man if thou shouldest exceed all men, thou canst not equall a Butterfly. But you will reply that your cloathing is incomparable, and that you can boast of the Persian and Tyrian silk, of the best pur∣ple dyes, brought unto you by shipping: truly should you but see the rich robes of any Butter-fly, besides their purple dyes, and the rowes of pearls, and the borders set with diamonds, rubies, the pyropus, opals, emrods; if you did but see and consider seriously the elaborate composition of their futures and joynts and the imbroidered work here and there, of fine divers coloured twine silk set with studs and eyes of gold and silver, thou wouldst let fall thy painted tail like the Peacock, and casting thy eyes down to the ground from whence thou wert made, thou wouldst learn to be more wise. It may be thou wert born at first in a house of clay and mud walls, or else in a pa∣lace built of polished stones; but some Butterflies are born in their houses that are the Aureliae like to pure gold, and exceed Attalus for the excellency of their birth, and delicacy of their ap∣parel. Learn therefore O mortal Man, who ever thou art, that God that is best and greatest of all, made the butterfly to pull down thy pride, and by the shorrness of their life (which is of no great continuance) be thou mindful of thy own failing condition. We••t thou as strong as Milo or Hercules, and wert fenced or guarded about with an host of Giants for force and valour; remember that such an Army was put to the worst by an army of Butterflies flying in Troops in the air, in the year 1104. and they hid the light of the Sun like a cloud. Licosthenes relates, that on the third day of August, 1543. that no hea••b was left by reason of their multitudes, and they had cevoured all the sweet dew and natural moisture, and they had burn'd up the very grasle that was consumed with their dry dung. Also in the year 1553. as Sleidanus reports, a little before the death of Mauritius