Mais je crains ta nature : elle est trop pleine du lait de la tendresse humaine pour prendre le chemin le plus court.
Ô souillures, souillures de la chair ! Si elle pouvait fondre Et se dissoudre et se perdre en vapeurs !
Semblez être la fleur innocente, mais soyez le serpent qu'elle dissimule.
Condamner la faute et non son auteur ?
Retire-toi dans un couvent. Pourquoi voudrais-tu engendrer des pécheurs ?
Chagrins qui chantent faux sont pires Que prêtres et temples menteurs.
Non, je ne suis pas né sous une rimailleuse étoile.
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