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| Jan Sadeler the Elder after Dirck Barendsz Satyr-Devils delivering Souls to Hell ca. 1575-1600 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Georges Reverdy Five Boys posed against Ruins ca. 1529-57 engraving Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Crispijn de Passe the Elder Mars and Venus ca. 1590-1600 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Hieronymus van der Elst Mars and Venus 1594 drawing British Museum |
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| Annibale Carracci Hercules Resting ca. 1595-97 drawing Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Arnold of Nijmegen (Aert van Ort) Death of Lucretia before 1540 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
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| Giulio Bonasone after Raphael Geometria 1544 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Jacopo Caraglio after Perino del Vaga Vertumnus and Pomona before 1565 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Jacopo Caraglio after Rosso Fiorentino Pluto and Proserpina 1565 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Jacopo Caraglio after Perino del Vaga Bacchus and Erigone before 1565 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Jacques de Gheyn II Portrait of a Young Man 1589 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Jacob Matham after Hendrik Goltzius David with the Head of Goliath ca. 1585-89 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Giovanni de' Vecchi St John the Evangelist 1598-99 drawing (study for fresco) Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
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| Giovanni de' Vecchi Esther and Mordecai before King Ahasuerus ca. 1575 drawing Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
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| Pieter van der Heyden after Raphael Sacrifice of Isaac 1552 engraving Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
from Limits
Among these streets that deepen the red west
There must be one I've gone along not knowing
That that time, in that street, will have been my last –
Both unconcerned and unaware, obeying
The great Whoever-It-Is that sets a term,
A secret and inviolable end,
To every shadow, every dream and form
That ravels life and knits it up again.
And if for all there is a norm and measure,
A last time, a nevermore, and a forgetting,
Who can tell which visitor, departing,
Is one to whom we've said goodbye forever?
Beyond the greying window night is fading
And in the stack of books whose lopped shadow
Makes it seem taller on the dim-lit table,
There's one we'll never get around to reading.
– Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), translated by R.G. Barnes and Robert Mezey (1993)