Deux pigeons s'aimaient d'amour tendre.
La mort ne surprend point le sage : Il est toujours prêt à partir.
C'était un chat vivant comme un dévot ermite, Un chat faisant la chattemite, Un saint homme de chat, bien fourré, gros et gras, Arbitre expert sur tous les cas.
Toujours par quelque endroit fourbes se laissent prendre.
À l'œuvre, on connaît l'artisan.
Toute sa personne velue Représentait un ours, mais un ours mal léché.
Ce pelé, ce galeux, d'où venait tout leur mal.
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