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| workshop of Apollonio di Giovanni The Assassination and Funeral of Julius Caesar ca. 1455-60 tempera on panel, transferred to canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Dosso Dossi Aeneas at the Entrance to the Elysian Fields ca. 1520 oil on canvas National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| attributed to Hans Krell The Battle of Orsha 1525 tempera on panel National Museum, Warsaw |
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| Lambert Sustris Baptism of Christ ca. 1550 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen |
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| Lucas van Valckenborch Autumn Landscape 1585 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
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| Hans Bol Park Landscape with Castle 1589 watercolor on vellum Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Adriaen van Stalbemt Allegorical Composition with Burnt Offering ca. 1610-20 oil on panel National Museum, Warsaw |
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| Jacob de Wit Moses choosing the Seventy Elders 1736-37 oil on panel Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Johann Michael Wittmer Scene at Constantinople 1837 oil on canvas Neue Pinakothek, Munich |
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| Lawrence Alma-Tadema Vintage Festival 1871 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Jan Matejko The Battle of Grunwald 1878 oil on canvas National Museum, Warsaw |
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| Léon Frédéric All Things Die but All will be Resurrected through God's Love (panels 1-3) 1893-1918 oil on canvas Ohara Museum of Art, Kurashiki, Japan |
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| Léon Frédéric All Things Die but All will be Resurrected through God's Love (panel 4) 1893-1918 oil on canvas Ohara Museum of Art, Kurashiki, Japan |
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| Léon Frédéric All Things Die but All will be Resurrected through God's Love (panels 5-7) 1893-1918 oil on canvas Ohara Museum of Art, Kurashiki, Japan |
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| Oddleiv Apneseth Funeral of Olav Aahaug, Ålhus 2008 inkjet print Sogn og Fjordane Kunstmuseum, Norway |
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| AES+F (art collective) The Feast of Trimalchio - Panorama #8 2010 C-print Nordnorsk Kunstmuseum, Tromsø |
When the Spring began to appeare like the welcome messenger of Summer, one sweet (and in that more sweet) morning, after Aurora had called all carefull eyes to attend the day, forth came the faire Shepherdesse Urania, (faire indeed; yet that farre too meane a title for her, who for beautie deserv'd the highest stile could be given by best knowing Judgments). Into the Meade she came, where usually shee drave her flocks to feede, whose leaping and wantonnesse shewed they were proud of such a Guide: But she, whose sad thoughts led her to another manner of spending her time, made her soone leave them, and follow her late begun custome; which was (while they delighted themselves) to sit under some shade, bewailing her misfortune; while they fed, to feed upon her owne sorrow and teares, which at this time she began againe to summon, sitting downe under the shade of a well-spread Beech; the ground (then blest) and the tree with full, and fine leaved branches, growing proud to beare, and shadow such perfections. But she regarding nothing, in comparison of her woe, thus proceeded in her grief:
"Alas Urania," said she, "(the true servant to misfortune); of any miserie that can befall woman, is not this the most and greatest which thou art falne into? Can there be any neare the unhappinesse of being ignorant, and that in the highest kind, not being certaine of mine owne estate or birth? Why was I not stil continued in the beleefe I was, as I appeare, a Shepherdes, and Daughter to a Shepherd? My ambition then went no higher then this estate, now flies it to a knowledge; then was I contented, now perplexed. O ignorance, can thy dulnesse yet procure so sharpe a paine? and that such a thought as makes me now aspire unto knowledge? How did I joy in this poore life being quiet? blest in the love of those I tooke for parents, but now by them I know the contrary, and by that knowledge, not to know my selfe. Miserable Urania, worse art thou now then these thy Lambs; for they know their dams, while thou doest live unknowne of any."
– 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)