Chapter 24 of 40 · 40 words · ~1 min read

XXVIII.

[Illustration: THE RICH MAN.]

Stulte hac nocte repetunt animam tuam, & quae parasti cuius erunt?

Lvcae xii.

Ceste nuict la Mort te prendra, Et demain seras enchasse. Mais dy moy, fol, a qui uiendra Le bien que tu as amasse?