Mais elle était du monde, où les plus belles choses
Ont le pire destin,
Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses,
L’espace d’un matin.
François de Malherbe
Vos yeux ont des appas que j’aime et que je prise,
Et qui peuvent beaucoup dessus ma liberté ;
Mais pour me retenir, s’ils font cas de ma prise,
Il leur faut de l’Amour autant que de beauté. […]
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