Now, there's a Domenichino; I can tell it from here.

I do love Domenichino, don't you ?" I suppose the Senator knew that momma didn't love Domenichino, and would possibly be at a loss to say why; at all events, he remarked that, talking of Capri, he hoped the Miss Binghams had not felt as badly about inconveniencing the donkeys that took them to the top of the cliff as momma had.

"Mrs.Wick," he informed them, "rode an ass by the name of Michael Angelo, perfectly accustomed to the climate, and, do you believe it, she held her parasol over that animal's head the whole way." At which everybody laughed, and momma, invested with an original and amiable weakness, was appeased.
"Of Michelangelo we have not here much," said the guide patiently.
"Drawings yes, and one holy Family--magnificent! But all in another room w'ich----" "Now what Bramley said about the Ufizzi was this," continued the Senator.

"'You'll see on those walls,' he said, 'the best picture show in the world, both for pedigree and quality of goods displayed.

I'd go as far as to say they're all worth looking at, even those that have been presented to the institution.