Ipse morietur, quia non habuit disciplinam, et in multitudine stultitiæ decipietur. Prov. v. 23.
PLANCHE XI.—L’ABBÉ.
La Mort non contente d’avoir arraché à ce gros Prélat sa crosse, qu’elle porte en triomphe sur son épaule, & sa mitre, dont elle s’est affublée, le tire encore impitoyablement après elle; il élève d’une main son breviaire, & fait de l’autre de vains efforts pour la repousser.
PLATE XII.—THE ABBESS.
Death ludicrously hooded with several flowing plumes, and robed in a kind of gown, carries out of her convent an Abbess, whom he is dragging with all his might by her scapulary. The reverend Mother with regret is leaving life and the honours she enjoys; and expresses, by the alteration of her features and by her cries, the fright that Death has produced in her soul. Behind her, under the gate of the convent, appears a young Nun, strangely agitated with terror and grief.
Laudavi magis mortuos, quam viventes. Eccl. iv. 2.