Philip Galle - Works

Works

Living in Antwerp, Galle witnessed numerous events of the Eighty Years War, notably the siege and looting of the town in 1576 by the Spaniards, called "The Spanish Fury". Galle wrote a Cort Verhael, a short chronicle of these events, which was published around the end of 1578. This booklet, including several geographical maps, was dedicated to archduke Matthias of Austria, a relative of the legal king Philip II of Spain, but not recognised by him as a landvoogd or supervisor of the country. A later print was dedicated to Jean de Bourgogne, lord of Froidmont or Fromont. This rather personal book, which was translated in several languages soon after its first publication, shows Galle as a peace-loving person who intended to stay far away from the political and military turmoil of his era. He died in Antwerp.

Pictures from the Theatri Orbis Terrarum Enchiridion 1585

  • Titlepage

  • Germania

  • Zelandicarum

  • Flandria + text

Engravings attributed to Galle

  • Macropedius

  • Ortelius

  • Death is the ultimate limit

  • The Alchemist; after Breugel

  • Triumph of Death

  • Battle at Mons Regonis

  • Sugarmill

  • Northern Europe 1577

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