Plutôt souffrir que mourir, C'est la devise des hommes.
Il avait du bon sens ; le reste vient ensuite.
Le repos ? le repos, trésor si précieux Qu'on en faisait jadis le partage des dieux !
Car que faire en un gîte, à moins que l'on ne songe ?
Bornons ici cette carrière : Les longs ouvrages me font peur. Loin d'épuiser une matière, On n'en doit prendre que la fleur.
Tout faiseur de journaux doit tribut au Malin.
Tel, comme dit Merlin, cuide engeigner* autrui, Qui souvent s'engeigne soi-même.
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