J'embrasse mon rival, mais c'est pour l'étouffer.
Vaincu, chargé de fers, de regrets consumé, Brûlé de plus de feux que je n'en allumai.
Dans un mois, dans un an, comment souffrirons-nous, Seigneur, que tant de mers me séparent de vous ?
Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte.
Le jour n'est pas plus pur que le fond de mon cœur.
Ce que je sais le mieux, c'est mon commencement.
Dieu laissa-t-il jamais ses enfants au besoin ? Aux petits des oiseaux il donne leur pâture, Et sa bonté s'étend sur toute la nature.
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