I love the Venus Anadyomene better, better a thousand times.

These old-world eyes, slightly raised at the corners! these lips so pure and so firmly chiselled, so amorous, and so fit for kissing! this low, broad brow! these tresses with the curves in them of the sea water, and bound behind her head in a knot, negligently! these firm and shining shoulders! this back, with its thousand alluring contours! all these fair and rounded outlines, this air of superhuman vigour in a body so divinely feminine--all this enraptures and enchants me in a way of which you can have no idea--you the Christian and the philosopher._ '_Mary, despite the humble air affected by her, is a deal too haughty for me.

It is as much as her foot does, swathed in its white coverings, if it just touches the earth, now purpling where the old serpent writhes.

Her eyes are the loveliest eyes in the world; but they are always turned heavenwards, or else they are cast down.

They never look you straight in the face.