À ces mots, on cria haro sur le baudet.
Vous chantiez ? j'en suis fort aise : Eh bien ! dansez maintenant.
Celui* de qui la tête au ciel était voisine Et dont les pieds touchaient à l'empire des morts.
La difficulté fut d'attacher le grelot.
Plus fait douceur que violence.
Patience et longueur de temps Font plus que force ni que rage.
[…] Je voudrais qu'à cet âge On sortît de la vie ainsi que d'un banquet, Remerciant son hôte, et qu'on fît son paquet.
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