"When if an insect fall (his certain guide) He gently takes him from the whiling tide; Examines well his form with curious eyes, His gaudy vest, his wings, his horns and size, Then round the hook the chosen fur he winds, And on the back a speckled feather binds, So just the colors shine thro' ev'ry part, That nature seems to live again in art."
John Gay in "The Wit & Wisdom of Fishing" Rick
