A Mockery
All Resolutions
It is a modest creed, and yet
Pleasant if one considers it,
To own that death itself must be,
Like all the rest, a mockery.
(P. 125.)
Description:
A half-naked woman sitting on a tomb holds up a skull in front of her, surrounded by moonlit woods, while a Cupid-like figure on a nearby branch lifts a bow, preparing to shoot an arrow in her direction.
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