The Dance of Death, by Hans Holbein


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.

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