Bol, Hans. Landscape with the Fall of Icarus. 1534-1593.
Meanwhile Daedalus hated Crete and his long exile and he had been touched by his love of his place of birth and he had been closed off by the sea. He says, 'granted, he [Minos] obstructs the lands and the waves: but surely the sky is open; we will go by that route: although he has control over all things, Minos does not have control over heaven.' she said that and he sends his mind into unknown arts and gives new form to nature. For he puts the feathers in a row, beginning from the smallest with shorter ones following you the long, as you might think that feathers grew in a slope: thus from ancient times, the rural syrinx gradually rises by means of unequal stalks; then he fastens the middle [feathers] with string and the bottom feather with waxes, and thus he bends the composed [wings] by means of a small curvature in order to imitate real wings. The boy Icarus was standing together with his father and, ignorant that he was dragging his danger, with a shining mouth, he was at one time grasping feathers, which a wandering breath had moved, and at another time softening yellow wax with his thumb, and he was inhibiting the wonderful work of his father by means of his playing. After the last hand [touch] was put on the having been begun [work], the craftsman himself poised his own body into the twin wings and he was suspended in the having been moved air; he also instructs his son and he says, 'I warn you, Icarus, to run in the middle route lest, if you went having been sent down more, a wave might weigh down the feathers, and lest, if you went higher, fire might burn them: fly between both. I order you not to look at Boötes or Ursa Major and the drawn sword of Orion: seize the road with me as your leader!' At the same time, he hands over his advice for flying and fastens the unfamiliar wings to his shoulders. Between the work and the warnings, the old man’s cheeks became wet and the father’s hands trembled; he gave a kiss to his son, which was not again to be sought by him, and having been raised up by his wings, he flies before and fears for his companion as if a big bird, which lead its tender offspring from the tall nest into the air, and he encourages him to follow, and he teaches the destructive arts, and he himself moves his wings and looks back at his son. Someone, while he grasps at fish with a trembling rod, or a shepherd leaning on his staff, or a farmer on his plow handle saw these [wings] and he was stunned, and he believed that they, since who are able to press on through the heavens, were gods.