Paraissez, Navarrais, Mores et Castillans.
Ô soupirs ! Ô respect ! Oh qu'il est doux de plaindre Le sort d'un ennemi quand il n'est plus à craindre !
Fuyez un ennemi qui sait votre défaut.
Source délicieuse, en misères féconde, Que voulez-vous de moi, flatteuses voluptés ?
À raconter ses maux, souvent on les soulage.
Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces.
Nous partîmes cinq cents ; mais par un prompt renfort Nous nous vîmes trois mille en arrivant au port.
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