Anonymous German Artist The Annunciation ca. 1000 ivory relief (missal cover) Bode Museum, Berlin |
Niccolò di Pietro Gerini The Annunciation ca. 1380-90 tempera on panel Yale University Art Gallery |
Lorenzo di Credi The Annunciation ca. 1480-90 tempera on panel Gallerie degli Uffizi, Florence |
Albrecht Bouts The Annunciation ca. 1480 oil on panel Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
Jean Hey (Master of Moulins) The Annunciation ca. 1490-95 oil on panel Art Institute of Chicago |
Alessandro Araldi The Annunciation 1514 oil on panel Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Parmigianino (Francesco Mazzola) The Annunciation ca. 1530-35 drawing Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Jacopo Tintoretto The Annunciation before 1594 oil on canvas Romanian National Museum of Art, Bucharest |
El Greco The Annunciation ca. 1600 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Alessandro Vitali and workshop The Annunciation ca. 1603 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale delle Marche, Urbino |
Jacques Bellange The Annunciation ca. 1605 etching Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel |
Matthias Stom The Annunciation ca. 1630-32 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Philippe de Champaigne The Annunciation ca. 1640 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
David Teniers the Younger The Annunciation ca. 1650 oil on copper Staatsgalerie Flämische Barockmalerei im Schloss Neuburg |
follower of Rembrandt The Annunciation ca. 1650-55 oil on panel Detroit Institute of Arts |
Benedetto Gennari the Younger The Annunciation 1686 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
Machevill:
Albeit the world thinke Machevill is dead,
Yet was his soule but flowne beyond the Alpes,
And now the Guize is dead, is come from France
And now the Guize is dead, is come from France
To view this Land, and frolicke with his friends.
To some perhaps my name is odious,
But such as love me, gard me from their tongues,
And let them know that I am Machevill,
To some perhaps my name is odious,
But such as love me, gard me from their tongues,
And let them know that I am Machevill,
And weigh not men, and therefore not mens words.
Admir'd I am of those that hate me most:
Though some speake openly against my bookes,
Yet will they reade me, and thereby attaine
To Peters Chayre: And when they cast me off,
Are poyson'd by my climing followers.
I count Religion but a childish Toy,
Admir'd I am of those that hate me most:
Though some speake openly against my bookes,
Yet will they reade me, and thereby attaine
To Peters Chayre: And when they cast me off,
Are poyson'd by my climing followers.
I count Religion but a childish Toy,
And hold there is no sinne but Ignorance.
Birds of the Aire will tell of murders past;
I am asham'd to heare such fooleries.
Many will talke of Title to a Crowne:
Birds of the Aire will tell of murders past;
I am asham'd to heare such fooleries.
Many will talke of Title to a Crowne:
What right had Cæsar to the Empery?
Might first made Kings, and Lawes were then most sure
When like the Dracos they were writ in blood.
Hence comes it, that a strong built Citadell
Commands much more then letters can import:
Which maxime had Phaleris observ'd,
H'had never bellowed in a brasen Bull
Of great ones envy; o'th poore petty wites,
Let me be envy'd and not pittied!
But whither am I bound, I come not, I,
Might first made Kings, and Lawes were then most sure
When like the Dracos they were writ in blood.
Hence comes it, that a strong built Citadell
Commands much more then letters can import:
Which maxime had Phaleris observ'd,
H'had never bellowed in a brasen Bull
Of great ones envy; o'th poore petty wites,
Let me be envy'd and not pittied!
But whither am I bound, I come not, I,
To reade a lecture here in Britanie,
But to present the Tragedy of a Jew,
Who smiles to see how full his bags are cramb'd,
Which money was not got without my meanes.
I crave but this, Grace him as he deserves,
And let him not be entertain'd the worse
Because he favours me.
But to present the Tragedy of a Jew,
Who smiles to see how full his bags are cramb'd,
Which money was not got without my meanes.
I crave but this, Grace him as he deserves,
And let him not be entertain'd the worse
Because he favours me.
– Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta, prologue (1592)