He even endowed with intelligence the golden handmaidens whom he made to wait on himself. […] But his chief pride was in his gardens, whose fruit was of gold, hanging from golden branches, half hid with golden leaves. […] He did so, and as he slept Minerva came to him and gave him a golden bridle. […] At that moment he threw down one of the golden apples. […] His own horses had brazen hoofs and golden manes.