Le corps d'un ennemi mort sent toujours bon.
Notre Ennemi, c'est notre Maître : Je vous le dis en bon françois.
Ami est quelquefois un mot vide de sens, ennemi, jamais.
On juge un homme sur ses ennemis aussi bien que sur ses amis.
Ô soupirs ! Ô respect ! Oh qu'il est doux de plaindre Le sort d'un ennemi quand il n'est plus à craindre !
[…] entre nos ennemis Les plus à craindre sont souvent les plus petits.
Vivent mes ennemis ! Eux du moins ne peuvent pas me trahir.
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