Tout protestant fut pape, une Bible à la main.
C'est là que le prélat, muni d'un déjeuner, Dormant d'un léger somme, attendait le dîner.
Travaillez pour la gloire, et qu'un sordide gain Ne soit jamais l'objet d'un illustre écrivain.
Enfin Malherbe vint, et, le premier en France, Fit sentir dans les vers une juste cadence.
Le pénible fardeau de n'avoir rien à faire.
Rien n'est beau que le vrai : le vrai seul est aimable.
Le Français, né malin, forma le vaudeville.
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