Satyresses are the female equivalent to satyrs, depicted with a human head and torso, generally including bare breasts, but the body of a goat from waist down. They were a late invention by poets and artists and are comparatively rare in classical art. Such a creature may also be known as a fauness, but this nomenclature is rarely seen in English; faunesse is the spelling in French.
Though not often seen compared to the omnipresent depictions of male satyrs and centaurs, the satyress figure was certainly not unknown to Renaissance artists. Michelangelo included a haggard satyress nursing drunken toddlers at her elderly breasts in his 1533 work, The Children's Bacchanal.
The Art Institute of Chicago has an example of a beautiful, mature satyress accompanied by putti and a male satyr in a 16th-century study by Paolo Farinati of Italy. A third satyr figure is presented in rear three-quarter view and its gender cannot be definitively determined, though the glimpse of the chest suggests small female breasts are present. The Art Institute also holds a bronze candlestand or oil lamp of a mature female satyr seated with her satyr son leaning against her knee while she holds a light aloft. The tentative date on this work is circa 1500, pushing the motif back into the 15th century.
You clean AM you take me down and what you want is what
I love the colors of the world that lead me home tonight
One, two, too many times you tend to trick me up
Now that I know it's all you want,
It's still never enough
Calling on the backlines
Crawling from the battle to the other side
If courage is a lot lighter
I see it in your eyes
Too many plays and they know how to keep a choke on you
But you've got Wower pressure when I have too much to lose
The stakes are high, my mind is twisted, and the pressure's off
At 4 o'clock we went ahead more dizzy than a flood
Calling on the backlines
Crawling for the battle to the other side
The courage a lot lighter
I see it in your eyes
Running from the battle to the other side
If freedom isn't hard-wired
I see it in your eyes
Calling on the backlines
Crawling from the battle to the other side
If living isn't hard wired,
I see it in your eyes
Crawling from the backlines
Hiding from the shadows that we left behind
Courage is a lot wider
I see it in your eyes
See it in your eyes