Princeps induetur mœrore. Et quiescere faciam superbić potentium.
Vien, prince, auec moy, & delaisse
Honneurs mondains tost finissantz.
Seule suis qui, certes, abaisse
L'orgueil & pompe des puissantz.
The Duke turns pitilessly from a beggar-woman and her child. Meanwhile Death, fantastically crowned, lays hands on him.
Reflect that the chief source of all evils to man as well as baseness and cowardice, is not death but the fear of death. -- Epictetus