XXXVIII.
The Ploughman
Der Ackermann.
In sudore vultus tui vesceris pane tuo. — Gene. i.
Death runs at the horses’ sides as the sun sinks, and the furrows are completed.
A la sueur de ton uisaige
Tu gaigneras ta pauure uie.
Apres long trauail, & usaige,
Voicy la Mort qui te conuie.