THE NOBLEMAN.
Quis est homo qui viuet, & non videbit mortem, eruet animã suam de manu inferi?
Psal. lxxxviii.
Qui est celluy, tant soit grande homme,
Qui puisse uiure sans mourir?
Et de la Mort, qui tout assomme,
Puisse son Ame recourir?
Death drags the resisting Nobleman towards a bier in the background.
Death can only be dreadful to the bad: To innocence 'tis like a burglar dressed to frighten children, Pull off his mask and he'll appear a friend. -- Reade