As it was, a hasty sketch of old St.Paul's Cathedral, four years before it was burnt down, is the sole trace left of his visit.
The story of his old age is dreary.

Even Titus died a few months before his father, leaving him alone in the world.

In the autumn of 1669 he himself passed away, leaving behind him his painting-clothes, his paint-brushes, and nothing else, save a name destined to an immortality which his contemporaries little foresaw.

All else had gone: his wife, his child, his treasures, and his early vogue among the Dutchmen of his time.
The last picture of all was a portrait of himself, in the same attitude as his first, but disillusioned and tragic, with furrowed lines and white hair.

No one cared whether he died or not, and it is recorded that after his death pictures by him could be bought for sixpence.
Thus ended the life of one of the world's supremely great painters..