Saturday, December 15, 2018

Views in Rome by Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Baths of Caracalla
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Interior of the Baths of Caracalla
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Sonnet 64

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age,
When sometime lofty towers I see down rased,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
     This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
     But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

– William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Arch of Septimius Severus
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
 British Museum 

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Arch of Titus
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Interior of the Colosseum
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
British Museum 

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Temple of Concord
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
British Museum 

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Temple of Jupiter Stator
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
British Museum 

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Temple of Peace
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
British Museum 

from Caelica

When all this All doth passe from age to age,
And revolution in a circle turne,
Then heavenly Justice doth appeare like rage,
The Caves doe roare, the very Seas doe burne,
     Glory growes darke, the Sunne becomes a night,
     And makes this great world feele a greater might.
When Love doth change his seat from heart to heart,
And worth about the wheele of Fortune goes,
Grace is diseas'd, desert seemes overthwart,
Vowes are forlorne, and truth doth credit lose,
     Chance then gives Law, Desire must be wise,
     And looke more wayes than one, or lose her eyes.
My age of joy is past, of woe begunne,
Absence my presence is, strangenesse my grace,
With them that walke against me, is my Sunne:
The wheele is turn'd, I hold the lowest place,
     What can be good to me since my love is,
     To doe my harme, content to doe amisse?

– Fulke Greville (1554-1628)

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Terrace of the Campidoglio
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
British Museum 

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Garden of Palazzo Colonna
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Garden of Villa Pamphili
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Villa Farnese
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Villa Montalto Negroni
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Giovanni Volpato and Louis Ducros
Villa Borghese
ca. 1780
hand-colored etching
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York