THE PLOUGHMAN.
In sudore vultus tui vesceris pane tuo.
Gene. i.
A la sueur de ton uisaige
Tu gaigneras ta pauure uie.
Apres long trauail, & usaige,
Voicy la Mort qui te conuie.
Death runs at the horses' sides as the sun sinks, and the furrows are completed.
Twilight and the evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewll
When I embark.
-- Tennyson, Crossing the Bar