Percutiam pastorem, & dispergentur oues.
xxvi. Mar. xiiii.
Le pasteur aussi frapperay,
Mitres & crosses renuersées.
Et lors quand ie l'attrapperay,
Seront ses brebis dispersées.
The sun is setting, and Death leads the aged Bishop from the sorrowing shepherds of his flock.
The birth you are afraid to take becomes your death. -- Chuck Spezzano