Albacinda has the Skill as well as Power of pleasing.  Her Form is majestick, but her Aspect humble.  All good Men should beware of the Destroyer.  She will speak to you like your Sister, till she has you sure; but is the most vexatious of Tyrants when you are so.  Her Familiarity of Behaviour, her indifferent Questions, and general Conversation, make the silly Part of her Votaries full of Hopes, while the wise fly from her Power.  She well knows she is too Beautiful and too Witty to be indifferent to any who converse with her, and therefore knows she does not lessen herself by Familiarity, but gains Occasions of Admiration, by seeming Ignorance of her Perfections.

Eudosia adds to the Height of her Stature a Nobility of Spirit which still distinguishes her above the rest of her Sex.  Beauty in others is lovely, in others agreeable, in others attractive; but in Eudosia it is commanding:  Love towards Eudosia is a Sentiment like the Love of Glory.  The Lovers of other Women are softened into Fondness, the Admirers of Eudosia exalted into Ambition.

Eucratia presents her self to the Imagination with a more kindly Pleasure, and as she is Woman, her Praise is wholly Feminine.  If we were to form an Image of Dignity in a Man, we should give him Wisdom and Valour, as being essential to the Character of Manhood.  In like manner, if you describe a right Woman in a laudable Sense, she should have gentle Softness, tender Fear, and all those Parts of Life, which distinguish her from the other Sex; with some Subordination to it, but such an Inferiority that makes her still more lovely. Eucratia is that Creature, she is all over Woman.  Kindness is all her Art, and Beauty all her Arms.  Her Look, her Voice, her Gesture, and whole Behaviour is truly Feminine.  A Goodness mixed with Fear, gives a Tincture to all her Behaviour.  It would be Savage to offend her, and Cruelty to use Art to gain her.  Others are beautiful, but [Eucratia [5]] thou art Beauty!

Omnamante is made for Deceit, she has an Aspect as Innocent as the famed Lucrece, but a Mind as Wild as the more famed Cleopatra.  Her Face speaks a Vestal, but her Heart a Messalina.  Who that beheld Omnamante’s negligent unobserving Air, would believe that she hid under that regardless Manner the witty Prostitute, the rapacious Wench, the prodigal Courtesan?  She can, when she pleases, adorn those Eyes with Tears like an Infant that is chid!  She can cast down that pretty Face in Confusion, while you rage with Jealousy, and storm at her Perfidiousness; she can wipe her Eyes, tremble and look frighted, till you think yourself a Brute for your Rage, own yourself an Offender, beg Pardon, and make her new Presents.

But I go too far in reporting only the Dangers in beholding the Beauteous, which I design for the Instruction of the Fair as well as their Beholders; and shall end this Rhapsody with mentioning what I thought was well enough said of an Antient Sage to a Beautiful Youth, whom he saw admiring his own Figure in Brass.  What, said the Philosopher, [6] could that Image of yours say for it self if it could speak?  It might say, (answered the Youth) That it is very Beautiful.  And are not you ashamed, reply’d the Cynick, to value your self upon that only of which a Piece of Brass is capable?