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any one certain place for his abode, nor any certain kind of 

 herb or flower for his feeding ; but will boldly and disorderly 

 wander up and down, and not endure to be kept to a diet, or 

 fixed to a particular place. 



Nay, the very colors of Caterpillars are, as one has observed, 

 very elegant and beautiful. I shall, for a taste of the rest, de- 

 scribe one of them, which I will some time the next month show 

 you feeding on a willow-tree, and you shall find him punctually 

 to answer this very description : his lips and mouth somewhat 

 yellow, his eyes black as jet, his forehead purple, his feet and 

 hinder parts green, his tail two-forked and black ; the whole 

 body stained with a kind of red spots which run along the neck 

 and shoulder-blade, not unlike the form of Saint Andrew's cross, 

 or the letter X, made thus crosswise, and a white line drawn 

 down his back to his tail ; all which add much beauty to his 

 whole body. And it is to me observable, that at a fixed age 

 this Caterpillar gives over to eat, and towards winter comes to 

 be covered over with a strange shell or crust, called an Aurelia ; 

 and so lives a kind of dead life, without eating, all the winter. 

 And, as others of several kinds turn to be several kinds of flies 

 and vermin the spring following, so this caterpillar then turns 

 to be a painted butterfly. 



Come, come., my Scholar, you see the river stops our morn- 

 ing walk, and I will also here stop my discourse : only, as we 

 sit down under this honeysuckle hedge, whilst I look a line 

 to fit the rod that our Brother Peter hath lent you, I shall, for 

 a little confirmation of what I have said, repeat the observation 

 of Du Bartas : 



" God, not contented to each kind to give, 

 And to infuse the virtue generative, 

 By his wise power made many creatures breed 

 Of lifeless bodies, without Venus' deed. 



" So the cold humor breeds the Salamander ; 

 Who, in effect, like to her birth's commander, 

 With child with hundred winters, with her touch 

 -Quencheth the fire, though glowing ne'er so much. 



