Here he adopted his original shape, and declared his love. […] Ceres, whose love for her child, almost surpassed even the usual love of mothers, placed on Mount Etna two torches, and sought her “from morn to noon, from noon to dewy eve,” throughout the world. […] After this he again yielded to the power of love, and sought to please Clymene, who was the mother of Phaeton. […]     “O queen of love! […] Companion of love, he has the figure of a youth, and the wings of a butterfly.