De tant de nouveautés je ne suis curieux, Il me plaît d'imiter le train de mes aïeux.
Songes qui, sans tromper par une vanité, Dessous un voile obscur montrent la vérité.
Un roi sans la vertu porte le sceptre en vain.
Celui qui se connaît est seul maître de soi.
Vous, chênes, héritiers du silence des bois, Entendez les soupirs de ma dernière voix.
[…] Je pense que tous songes Sans rien signifier, ne sont que des mensonges […].
La matière demeure et la forme se perd !
© 2026 My French LLC
Comment reported successfully.
Post was successfully added to your timeline!
You have reached your limit of 5000 friends!
File size error: The file exceeds allowed the limit (954 MB) and can not be uploaded.
Your video is being processed, We’ll let you know when it's ready to view.
Unable to upload a file: This file type is not supported.
We have detected some adult content on the image you uploaded, therefore we have declined your upload process.
To upload images, videos, and audio files, you have to upgrade to pro member. Upgrade To Pro
In order to sell your content and posts, start by creating a few packages. Monetization