Qui congregat thesauros lingua mendacii, vanus et excors est, & impingetur ad laqueos Mortis. Prov. xxi. 6.
PLANCHE XXXII.—LE MARCHAND.
Echappé aux périls de la mer, arrivé heureusement au port, ce riche Marchand se croit en pleine sécurité; il se trompe. Occupé à compter son argent, à examiner ses marchandises & à traiter de leur vente, un mauvais chaland, la Mort elle-même, arrive, & ce n’est que de sa personne qu’elle veut faire emplette.
PLATE XXXIII.—THE HAWKER.
Bending under the weight of his load, he is advancing, with a quick pace, to the neighbouring town, comforting himself with thinking on the gain he is to make there; but Death, in the form of two skeletons, is come to put a sudden end to his labours and his hopes. One of the skeletons is dragging him forcibly by the arm, while the other behind him is playing on a marine trumpet. It is in vain that the poor Hawker points with his finger to the place where his business calls him; this disagreeable company appears desirous of making him take another road.
Venite ad me omnes, qui laboratis, et onerati estis. Matth. xi. 28.