Dzieła sztuki, które luźnym porządkiem skojarzyły się w moich myślach.
Po pierwsze- sonet Szekspira:

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted

Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted

With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;

An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,

Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created;

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Po drugie- Jan Chrzciciel, malowany przez Leonarda (nie Rafaela Santi, jak słusznie zwrócono mi uwagę)

Idealna androgynia, ukazująca doskonałe piękno.