The Dance of Death

XXVIII. - The Rich Man

THE RICH MAN.
THE RICH MAN.

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Stulte hac nocte repetunt animam tuam, & quĉ parasti cuius erunt?

Lvcĉ xii.

Ceste nuict la Mort te prendra,

Et demain seras enchassé.

Mais dy moy, fol, a qui uiendra

Le bien que tu as amassé?

Death finds the Rich Man at his pay-xable and seizes the money.

Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them. - Margaret Mitchell

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