In the fifth Vision of the World, a Dialogue is begun between a Young Libertine, and a grave Old Gentleman; ‘says the Libertine, there past by a Lady of Pleasure, of so excellent a Shape, and Garb, that it was impossible to see her without a Passion for her, and no less impossible to look upon any Thing else so long as she was to be seen: They that had seen her once, were to see her no more: for she turn’d her Face still to new Comers: Her Motion was graceful and free, one while she’d stare ye full in the Eyes, under colour of opening her Hood, to set it in better order: By and by she’d steal a look at ye with one Eye, and a side Face, from the corner of her Vizor; like a Witch that’s afraid to be known when she comes from a Catterwal; and then out comes the delicate Hand, and discovers the more delicious Neck and Breasts, to adjust the Handkerchief or the Scarf; or to remove some other grievance that made her Ladyship uneasy. Her Hair was most artificially dispos’d into careless Rings; and the best Red and White in Nature was in her Cheeks; if that of her Lips and Teeth did not exceed it. In a word, all she look’d upon were her own; the Old Man opposing this Romance; says the Young Gentleman, he must be either Blind or Barbarous that’s proof against the Charms of so divine a Beauty; nor would any but a Sot let slip the blessed opportunity, of so fair an Encounter; that he that has her, has all that’s lovely or desirable in Nature: What lightning does she carry in her Eyes! What Charms and Chains in her Looks and Motions, for the very Souls of her Beholders! Was ever any Thing so clear, as her Forehead? Or so black as her Eye-brows? One would swear that her Complection had taken a Tincture of Vermillion and Milk: And that Nature had brought her into the World with Pearl and Rubies in her Mouth, to speak all in little, she’s the Master-piece of the Creation, worthy of infinite praise, and equal to our largest Desires and Imaginations.