In ancient times there was a woman of her name, a poetess wise and beautiful, and another a famous Attic courtesan, of whom the comic poet wrote:

As deep as to his heart fair Myia bit him. The comic Muse, we see, disdained not the name, nor refused it the hospitality of the boards; and parents took no shame to give it to their daughters. Tragedy goes further and speaks of the fly in high terms of praise, as witness the following:

 Foul shame the little fly, with might courageous, 

 Should leap upon men’s limbs, athirst for blood, 
 But men-at-arms shrink from the foeman’s steel! 

 

I might add many details about Pythagoras’s daughter Myia, were not her story too well known.

 There are also flies of very large size, called generally soldierflies, or dog-flies; these have a hoarse buzz, a very rapid flight, and quite long lives; they last the winter through without food, mostly in sheltered nooks below the roof; the most remarkable

’ fact about these is that they are hermaphrodites. But I must break off; not that my subject is exhausted; only that to exhaust such a subject is too like breaking a butterfly on the wheel.