L'âne frotte l'âne.
La brise souffle et les branches se balancent : que ceux qui s'aiment dorment en paix !
Plutôt la mort que le déshonneur.
Peu importe où j'irai après la mort, car, des deux côtés, j'ai des amis qui m'attendent.
Nous ne craignons rien sinon que le ciel ne tombe sur nos têtes.
Le « rouleau compresseur ».
« Ne plaise à Dieu ni à ses très saints anges que par moi la France perde sa gloire. Plutôt la mort que la honte. »
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