POurquoy ta foible main tirer ce rocq s'avance,
Qui toy & tout le tien, sans se mouvoir, eslance?
Or, ton fatal destin apprens, homme, en ce rocq,
Lequel, tirer si veus, toy mesme auras le chocq.
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