Death, the successful player, is shown stripping the table of the stakes and breaking the bank by force.
But Death, who, as he roams about,
May find the Gaming Table out;
He enters; when the fearful shout
Echoes around of 'turn him out.'
'No,' he replies, 'that gold is mine:
Gamester, that gold you must resign.
Now life's the main,' the spectre cries:
He throws, and lo! the gamester dies.
Plate 32. The Battle.
Such is, alas, the common story
Of blood and wounds, of death and glory.
Death is engaged in serving a battery which is sweeping all before it.
Plate 33. The Wedding.
Plutus commands, and to the arms
Of doting age she yields her charms.
Death, with a wig, bands, and gown, is within the altar railings performing the marriage service with an air of mocking reverence; the actors in the marriage ceremony do not appear to have recognised the dread personage who is tying the nuptial knot, to be instantly cut asunder by the end of the effete bridegroom.