Lynx envers nos pareils, et taupes envers nous, Nous nous pardonnons tout, et rien aux autres hommes.
Cet animal est triste, et la crainte le ronge.
Il accusait toujours les miroirs d'être faux.
La faim, l'occasion, l'herbe tendre, et, je pense, Quelque diable aussi me poussant, Je tondis de ce pré la largeur de ma langue.
Ce pelé, ce galeux, d'où venait tout leur mal.
Traînant l'aile et tirant le pied.
Sur les ailes du Temps, la tristesse s'envole.
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