En riant me mord.
Le traistre cocodril baigne sa ioue aux larmes,
Quand il se vient ruer sur vn homme abatu:
Mais ma fiere maistresse ayant d'vn trait pointu
Outrepassé mon coeur, se rit de mes vacarmes.
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