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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
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Un gros serpent mordit Aurele.
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Qu' Aurele en mourut? Bagatelle!
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.

A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.

A little house well fill'd, a little land well till'd, and a
little wife well will'd, are great riches.

Huzzaed out of my seven senses.

Huzzaed out of my seven senses.

Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.

Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.

A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should read more

A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should bind,
'Twill cure diseases of the mind.