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Silenus Alcibiadis, sive Proteus

Jacob Cats

Ton non mouvoir, mouvoir me faict.

IE tasche t'esmouvoir, mais voycy, que j'admire, Tu ne te bouges pas, il est tiré qui tire. Le Rocq de ton esprit, Madame, ta rigeur Sans s'esmouvoir en rien me faict bransler le coeur.

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