Amongst these leaves she made a Butterfly, With excellent device and wondrous slight, Fluttering amoung the olives wantonly, That seemed to live, so like it was in sight; The velvet nap which on his wings doth lie, The silken down with which his back is dight, His broad outstretched horns, his hairy thights, His glorious color, and his glistening eyes.  - Bulfinch's Mythology