Je vois, je sais, je crois, je suis désabusée.
Paraissez, Navarrais, Mores et Castillans.
Le temps aux plus belles choses Se plaît à faire un affront, Et saura faner vos roses Comme il a ridé mon front.
Rome, si tu te plains que c'est là te trahir, Fais-toi des ennemis que je puisse haïr.
Source délicieuse, en misères féconde, Que voulez-vous de moi, flatteuses voluptés ?
Je cherche le silence et la nuit pour pleurer.
Amour, sur ma vertu prends un peu moins d'empire !
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