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The Triumph of Death [1562] by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

The Triumph of Death [1562] by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

A Rest During the Flight to Egypt [1510] by Gerard David

A Rest During the Flight to Egypt [1510] by Gerard David

Three studies of a helmet [1503] by Albrecht Dürer

Three studies of a helmet [1503] by Albrecht Dürer

Star of Bethlehem, wood anemone and sun sponge [1505-10] by Leonardo da Vinci

Star of Bethlehem, wood anemone and sun sponge [1505-10] by Leonardo da Vinci

Portrait of a Gentlewoman [1517-1519] by Correggio

Portrait of a Gentlewoman [1517-1519] by Correggio

Studies for the head of Leda [1505-6] by Leonardo da Vinci

Studies for the head of Leda [1505-6] by Leonardo da Vinci

The Triumph of Virtue over Vice [1556] by Paolo Veronese

The Triumph of Virtue over Vice [1556] by Paolo Veronese

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, - you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

Sonnet XCVIII

Portrait of Isabella of Portugal, wife of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V [1548] by Titian

Portrait of Isabella of Portugal, wife of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V [1548] by Titian

The Infanta Isabella Clara Eugenia, Archduchess of Austria [1598-1600] by Frans Pourbus

The Infanta Isabella Clara Eugenia, Archduchess of Austria [1598-1600] by Frans Pourbus

The Siege of Belgrade in 1456 [1584] by Mohammed Bey

The Siege of Belgrade in 1456 [1584] by Mohammed Bey

Our vice runs beyond all that old men saw,
And far authentically above our laws,
And scorning virtues safe and golden mean,
Sits uncontrolled upon the high extreme.
Circes, thy monsters painted out the hue,
Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.
Our vice puts down all proverbs and all themes,
Our vice excels all fables and all dreams.

Book 7, Epigram 42 by Thomas Bastard