Sans mentir, si votre ramage Se rapporte à votre plumage, Vous êtes le phénix des hôtes de ces bois.
Va-t-en, chétif insecte, excrément de la terre !
Je suis chose légère et vole à tout sujet ; Je vais de fleur en fleur, et d'objet en objet.
Deux pigeons s'aimaient d'amour tendre.
Si Peau-d'Âne m'était conté J'y prendrais un plaisir extrême.
Le repos ? le repos, trésor si précieux Qu'on en faisait jadis le partage des dieux !
Plutôt souffrir que mourir, C'est la devise des hommes.
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