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"Come," said the liberal citizen,
"And let us finish our ragout."
"Not a crumb more," the rustic said;
"To-morrow you shall dine with me;
Don't think me jealous of your state,
Or all your royal luxury;
"But then I eat so quiet at home,
And nothing dangerous is near;
Good-bye, my friend, I have no love
For pleasure when it's mixed with fear."
FABLE 10. THE MAN AND HIS IMAGE FOR M. THE DUKE DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD
A man who had no rivals in the love
He bore himself, thought that he won the bell