This picture is so beautiful, in such noble keeping, and so free from that disagreeable voluptuousness which characterizes Rubens’s females in general, that it can be contemplated and dwelt on with delight. (p. 56)
She had always been extravagantly fond of personal decoration—she loved brilliant stones, gay silks, fine laces, soft cashmeres; and when she found herself an Empress, with every reason and every opportunity for indulging her love of finery, she abandoned herself to the pleasure until her wardrobe became the amusement of her life. (p. 395)