To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you;
There's in you all that we believe of heaven, -
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Thomas Otway (1652-1685)
This is almost hypnotic. But how did they just skip right over the Pre-Raphaelites in this 500 year survey of woman's portraiture? Or did I blink?