[De duobus amantibus Euryalo et Lucretia]

Description of Lucretia

If there had been only three of them, they could have been seen as those whom Paris is said to have seen in his sleep. Sigismund, although advanced in years, was inclined toward lust. He took great pleasure in the conversation of matrons and delighted in feminine charms, nor was anything sweeter to him than the sight of illustrious women. Therefore, when he saw them, received between their hands, he turned to his companions and said, "Have you ever seen women similar to these? I am doubtful if these are human faces. They are angelic countenances; they are certainly celestial." They cast their eyes to the ground to appear more modest, and thus they were rendered more beautiful. For with a blush spread across their cheeks, they gave such colors to their faces as ivory stained with Indian purple, or as white lilies mixed with purple roses. Lucretia, however, shone with the greatest brilliance among them. She was a young woman not yet twenty, married in the family of the Camilli to a very wealthy man named Menelaus. She was unworthy, however, to serve such a god in her home, but worthy for a wife to deceive him, and, so that you know what we mean, she made him a cuckold, as if granting a third party. The stature of the woman was more prominent than the rest. Her neck was ample and resembled gold plates. She did not wear her hair tied back in the manner of virgins, but had enclosed it with gold and

gems. Her forehead was high and spacious, not marked by any wrinkle. Her eyebrows were arched, separated by a small interval of few black hairs. Her eyes shone with such brilliance that they dulled the gaze of those looking upon them in an unusual way. With these, she could kill those she wished, and when she pleased, she could bring the dead back to life.
Nose is described

Her nose was straight as a thread, balancing her rosy cheeks in equal measure. Nothing was more lovable than these cheeks, nothing more delightful to behold. When the woman laughed, a small dimple shone on both sides. No one saw these without wishing to kiss them. Her mouth was small and decent, her lips the color of coral, most apt for biting. Her teeth, small and set in order, appeared as crystal, through which a trembling tongue moved, stirring not just speech but a most sweet harmony. What shall I say of the quality of her mind or the whiteness of her throat? There was nothing in that body that was not praiseworthy, as the judgment of her interior form made the exterior. No one looked upon her without envying her husband. There was, moreover, much wit in her mouth. Her speech was such as rumor says Cornelia, the mother of the Gracchi, or the daughter of Hortensius, possessed. Nor was anything sweeter or more modest than her oration; not with a sad face, like many, did she show honesty, but with a cheerful countenance she showed modesty—neither timid nor bold, but tempered by the fear of modesty.