The Dance of Death

XXXIX. - The Young Child

THE YOUNG CHILD.
THE YOUNG CHILD.

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Homo natus de muliere, breui viuens tempore repletur multis miserijs, qui quasi flos egreditur, & conteritur, & fugit velut vmbra.

Iob xiiii.

Tout homme de la femme yssant

Remply de misere, & d'encombre,

Ainsi que fleur tost finissant.

Sort & puis fuyt comme faict l'umbre.

As the meagre cottage meal is preparing, Death steals the youngest child.

Every moment of life is a step towards death. -- Corneille

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