What a do was there made in London at a certein man becaufe he fayd, and in dede 

 at that time on a iuft caufe. Burgeffes quod he, na butterflies. Lorde what a do there 

 was for yat worde. And yet would God they were no worfe then butterflies. Butterflyes 

 do but theyre nature, the butterflye is not couetoufe, is not gredye of other mens goodes, 

 is not ful of cnuy and hatered, is not malicious, is not cruel, is not mercilelTe. — Laiinur. 



