Amour hayt l'orgueil.
Cupidon foule au pied du paon la queue braue,
l'Orgueil fier il hayt, & n'aime la grandeur:
Plustost que commander, il sert de tout son coeur.
l'Amour est bien content de l'estat d'vn esclaue.
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