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| Judith Affolter Lovers #4 2020 C-print Museum Folkwang, Essen |
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| Hanne Borchgrevink By the Window 1978 oil on canvas Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway |
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| Jacques Cancaret Le Soir ca. 1900 oil on canvas Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica |
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| Vilhelm Hammershøi The Tall Windows 1913 oil on canvas Ordrupgaard Art Museum, Copenhagen |
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| Ole Nesvik Elias Blix (19th-century theologian and politician) 1985 oil on canvas Stortingets Kunstsamling, Oslo |
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| Christian Meyer Ross Italian Man Smoking ca. 1880 oil on canvas Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway |
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| Pauline Gauffier The Stolen Bird ca. 1790-1800 oil on canvas Musée Fabre, Montpellier |
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| Peter Cornelius Quai de la Mégisserie, Paris 1956 C-print Museum Folkwang, Essen |
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| Felix H. Man Charing Cross Road by Night 1933 gelatin silver print Museum Ludwig, Cologne |
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| August Macke Hat Shop 1913 oil on canvas Lenbachhaus, Munich |
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| Honoré Daumier Outside the Print-seller's Shop 1860 oil on panel Dallas Museum of Art |
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| Niclas Gulbrandsen It was night-time and he was alone ca. 1975 woodcut Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo |
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| Constantin Guys Two Women on Balcony ca. 1855-60 watercolor on paper Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Ary Scheffer Two Figures 1851 drawing Dordrechts Museum |
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| John William Godward The Signal 1899 oil on canvas Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
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| Johann Vincent Cissarz Kunstwart Unternehmungen 1902 lithograph (poster) Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Turning from the table, she discerned in the roome a bed of boughes, and on it a man lying, deprived of outward sense, as she thought, and of life, as she at first did feare, which strake her into a great amazement: yet having a brave spirit, though shadowed under a meane habit, she stept unto him, whom she found not dead, but laid upon his back, his head a little to her wards, his armes foulded on his brest, haire long, and beard disordered, manifesting all care; but care it selfe had left him: curiousnesse thus farre affoorded him, as to bee perfectly discerned the most exact peece of miserie; Apparrell hee had sutable to the habitation, which was a long gray robe. This grievefull spectacle did much amaze the sweet and tender-hearted Shepherdesse; especially, when she perceived (as she might by the helpe of the candle) the teares which distilled from his eyes; who seeming the image of death, yet had this signe of worldly sorrow, the drops falling in that abundance, as if there were a kind strife among them, to rid their Master first of that burdenous carriage; or else meaning to make a floud, and so drowne their wofull Patient in his owne sorrow, who yet lay still, but then fetching a deepe groane from the profoundest part of his soule, he said:
"Miserable Perissus, canst thou thus live, knowing she that gave thee life is gone? Gone, O me! and with her all my joy departed. Wilt thou (unblessed creature) lie here complaining of her death, and know she died for thee? Let truth and shame make thee doe something worthy of such a Love, ending thy daies like thy selfe, and one fit to be her Servant. But that I must not doe: then thus remaine and foster stormes, still to torment thy wretched soule withall, since all are little, and too too little for such a losse. O deere Limena, loving Limena, worthy Limena, and more rare, constant Limena: perfections delicately faign'd to be in women were verified in thee, was such worthinesse framed onely to be wondred at by the best, but given as a prey to base and unworthy jealousie? When were all worthy parts joyn'd in one, but in thee (me best Limena)? yet all these growne subject to a creature ignorant of all but ill; like unto a Foole, who in a darke Cave, that hath but one way to get out, having a candle, but not the understanding what good it doth him, puts it out: this ignorant wretch not being able to comprehend thy vertues, did so by thee in thy murder, putting out the worlds light, and mens admiration: Limena, Limena, O my Limena."
– from The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania, by the right honourable the Lady Mary Wroath, daughter to the right noble Robert, Earle of Leicester, and neece to the ever famous and renowned Sʳ Phillips Sidney knight, and to ye most excellant Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke, late deceased (London: John Marriott and John Grismand, 1621)