PLATE XVI.—THE ASTROLOGER.
He has his eyes fixed on a sphere hanging from the ceiling, and appears profoundly engaged in the vain chimeras of judicial astrology, while Death comes to turn his attention upon a death-head, which he is presenting to him in a most grotesque attitude, seeming to say, in a jeering tone, Could thy sublime art inform thee, that I was coming to pay thee this visit to-day?
Indica mihi, si nosti, omnia sciebas. Tunc quod nasciturus esses? & numerum dierum tuorum noveras? Job xxxviii. 18, 21.