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83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.
83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.

83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.

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  • 100 Original Woodcuts by Posada
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1947
ClassificationsPrint
MediumColor woodcut
DimensionsImage area: 3 3/16 x 2 3/4 in. (8.1 x 7 cm) Sheet: 9 3/16 x 6 5/16 in. (23.3 x 16 cm)
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.23.83
99. Obrero, culto, bribón,/ A la misma tabla ván… (Ni está todos los que son/ Ni son todos los que están) (99. Equals. Workman, scholar, scoundrel,/ On the same slab end;/ And all who should be are not there,/ Nor are people really what they would appear.)
99. Obrero, culto, bribón,/ A la misma tabla ván… (Ni está todos los que son/ Ni son todos los que están) (99. Equals. Workman, scholar, scoundrel,/ On the same slab end;/ And all who should be are not there,/ Nor are people really what they would appear.)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
39. Drink. Drinking glass after glass— /So much and so hard did I swell,/ That, stewed and without wit,/ I emptied it forthwith.
39. Drink. Drinking glass after glass— /So much and so hard did I swell,/ That, stewed and without wit,/ I emptied it forthwith.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
37. The Bohemian. He deceives, who says on seeing me,/ “Here was a prize-winning artist.”/ I was only a Bohemian,/ Without even claws to scratch myself.
37. The Bohemian. He deceives, who says on seeing me,/ “Here was a prize-winning artist.”/ I was only a Bohemian,/ Without even claws to scratch myself.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
66. Fate. Those who make small use of life/ Live a dog’s life;/ But some are born under a lucky star,/ And others have fate against them.
66. Fate. Those who make small use of life/ Live a dog’s life;/ But some are born under a lucky star,/ And others have fate against them.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
69. Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
69. Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
97. Advice to Bride or Groom. Marry under three different laws,/ Follow my advice;/ Be married under civil law,/ And also by the Church;/ But remember this:/ Also for love, the oldest law of all.
97. Advice to Bride or Groom. Marry under three different laws,/ Follow my advice;/ Be married under civil law,/ And also by the Church;/ But remember this:/ Also for love, the oldest law of all.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Nor Rain Nor Snow
Nor Rain Nor Snow
Harry Gottlieb
circa 1940
Nor Rain, Nor Snow
Nor Rain, Nor Snow
Harry Gottlieb
circa 1939
87. Drunkard. They say that this sad life/ Is lived as a bitter cup./ Is it a bitter drink/ To pass life “in your cups”?
87. Drunkard. They say that this sad life/ Is lived as a bitter cup./ Is it a bitter drink/ To pass life “in your cups”?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947