The Dance of Death

VIII. - The King



Sicut & rex hodie est, & cras morietur, nemo enim ex regibus aliud habuit.

Ecclesiastici x.

Ainsi qu'auiourdhuy il est Roy,

Demain sera en tombe close.

Car Roy aulcun de son arroy

N'a sceu emporter aultre chose.

The King (Francis I.) sits at feast under a baldachin sprinkled with fleurs-de-lis. Death, as a cup-bearer, pours his last draught.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but so far as death is concerned we men live in a city without walls. -- Epicurus