Matthäus Merian, The Basel Dance of Death: The Noblewoman (1616)
"My lady, cease your grooming,
You must now dance with me here.
I care not for your golden hair.
What do you see in your shining mirror?"
"Oh trouble and grief, what has become of me?
Ì have seen Death in the glass.
His dreadful form has terrified me,
Ì have seen Death in the glass.
His dreadful form has terrified me,
so that the heart in my body is cold."
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