Iconic Corpse - III

Pieter de Witte (Pietro Candido)
Pietà
ca. 1595
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Anonymous Italian Artist after Jacopo Sansovino
Pietà
ca. 1550-1600
terracotta
Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

Anonymous German Artist
Pietà of Chioggia
ca. 1600
bronze relief
Detroit Institute of Arts

Jan Thomas
The Lamentation
1661
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Peter Paul Rubens
The Lamentation
ca. 1600-1610
oil on panel (sketch)
Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Peter Paul Rubens
The Lamentation, with St John the Evangelist and the Virgin
ca. 1614-15
oil on panel
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Paolo Gerolamo Piola
The Lamentation
ca. 1695
drawing
Morgan Library, New York

Palma il Giovane
Study for the Lamentation
ca. 1590
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Carlo Francesco Nuvolone
The Lamentation
ca. 1640
oil on panel
Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart

Pompeo Batoni
The Lamentation
1747
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Antonio Balestra
The Lamentation
1721
oil on canvas
Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest

Federico Zuccaro
Dead Christ supported by an Angel
ca. 1563
drawing
Yale University Art Gallery

Andrea Sacchi
Model posing as the Dead Christ
ca. 1640
drawing
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Palma il Giovane
Dead Christ supported by an Angel
ca. 1612
oil on canvas
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Anonymous Italian Artist after Pietro Testa
Dead Christ mourned by Angels
17th century
drawing
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

workshop of Pietro Faccini
The Virgin with the Dead Christ
ca. 1595-1600
oil on panel, transferred to canvas
Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister, Dresden

Tamburlaine [at the bedside of Zenocrate, his Queen]:

Blacke is the beauty of the brightest day,

The golden balle of heavens eternal fire,

That danc'd with glorie on the silver waves,
Now wants the fewell that enflamde his beames:
And all with faintnesse and for foule disgrace,

He bindes his temples with a frowning cloude,

Ready to darken earth with endlesse night:
Zenocrate that gave him light and life,
Whose eies shot fire from their Ivory bowers,

And tempered every soule with lively heat,
Now by the malice of the angry Skies,

Whose jealousie admits no second Mate,
Drawes in the comfort of her latest breath

All dasled with the hellish mists of death.

Now walk the angels on the walles of heaven,

As Centinels to warne th'immortall soules,

To entertaine devine Zenocrate.

Apollo, Cynthia, and the ceaslesse lamps
That gently look'd upon this loathsome earth,
Shine downwards now no more, but deck the heavens
To entertaine divine Zenocrate.

The Cherubins and holy Seraphins
That sing and play before the king of kings,
Use all their voices and their instruments
To entertaine divine Zenocrate.

And in this sweet and currious harmony,
The God that tunes this musicke to our soules,
Holds out his hand in highest majesty
To entertaine divine Zenocrate.

Then let some holy traunce convay my thoughts,
Up to the pallace of th'imperiall heaven:
That this my life may be as short to me
As are the daies of sweet Zenocrate . . .

– Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine, The Second Part, act II, scene iv (1590)