Should I meet in that world which I am constrained to enter some lovely Female, lovely ...

as you, Madona....!' As He said this, He fixed his eyes upon a picture of the Virgin, which was suspended opposite to him: This for two years had been the Object of his increasing wonder and adoration.

He paused, and gazed upon it with delight.
'What Beauty in that countenance!' He continued after a silence of some minutes; 'How graceful is the turn of that head! What sweetness, yet what majesty in her divine eyes! How softly her cheek reclines upon her hand! Can the Rose vie with the blush of that cheek?
Can the Lily rival the whiteness of that hand?
Oh! if such a Creature existed, and existed but for me! Were I permitted to twine round my fingers those golden ringlets, and press with my lips the treasures of that snowy bosom! Gracious God, should I then resist the temptation?
Should I not barter for a single embrace the reward of my sufferings for thirty years?
Should I not abandon....

Fool that I am! Whither do I suffer my admiration of this picture to hurry me?
Away, impure ideas! Let me remember that Woman is for ever lost to me.

Never was Mortal formed so perfect as this picture.