Autrefois dans Bagdad le calife Almamon
\nFit b\u00e2tir un palais plus beau, plus magnifique
\nQue ne le fut jamais celui de Salomon.
\nCent colonnes d\u2019alb\u00e2tre en formoient le portique ;
\nL\u2019or, le jaspe, l\u2019azur, d\u00e9coroient le parvis ;
\nDans les appartements embellis de sculpture,
\nSous des lambris de c\u00e9dre, on voyoit r\u00e9unis
\nEt les tr\u00e9sors du luxe & ceux de la nature,
\nLes fleurs, les diamans, les parfums, la verdure,
\nLes myrthes odorants, les chefs-d\u2019\u0153uvre de l\u2019art,
\n\ufeffEt les fontaines jaillissantes
\n\ufeffRoulant leurs ondes bondissantes
\n\ufeffA c\u00f4t\u00e9 des lits de brocart.
\nPr\u00e8s de ce beau palais, juste devant l\u2019entr\u00e9e,
\nUne \u00e9troite chaumi\u00e8re, antique & d\u00e9labr\u00e9e,
\nD\u2019un pauvre tisserand \u00e9toit l\u2019humble r\u00e9duit.
\n\ufeffL\u00e0, content du petit produit
\nD\u2019un grand travail, sans dette & sans soucis p\u00e9nibles,
\n\ufeffLe bon vieillard, libre, oubli\u00e9,
\n\ufeffCouloit des jours doux & paisibles,
\n\ufeffPoint envieux, point envi\u00e9.
\n\ufeffJ\u2019ai d\u00e9j\u00e0 dit que sa retraite
\n\ufeffMasquoit le devant du palais.
\nLe vizir veut d\u2019abord, sans forme de proc\u00e8s,
\n\ufeffQu\u2019on abatte la maisonnette :
\nMais le calife veut que d\u2019abord on l\u2019achete.
\nIl fallut ob\u00e9ir : on va chez l\u2019ouvrier,
\nOn lui porte de l\u2019or. Non, gardez votre somme,
\n\ufeffR\u00e9pond doucement le pauvre homme ;
\nJe n\u2019ai besoin de rien pour mon attelier ;
\nEt, quant \u00e0 ma maison, je ne puis m\u2019en d\u00e9faire ;
\nC\u2019est l\u00e0 que je suis n\u00e9, c\u2019est l\u00e0 qu\u2019est mort mon p\u00e8re,
\n\ufeffJe pr\u00e9tends y mourir aussi.
\nLe calife, s\u2019il veut, peut me chasser d\u2019ici ;
\n\ufeffIl peut d\u00e9truire ma chaumi\u00e8re ;
\n\ufeffMais, s\u2019il le fait, il me verra
\nVenir, chaque matin, sur la derni\u00e8re pierre
\n\ufeffM\u2019asseoir & pleurer ma misere :
\nJe connois Almamon, son c\u0153ur en g\u00e9mira.
\nCet insolent discours excita la colere
\nDu vizir, qui vouloit punir ce t\u00e9m\u00e9raire
\nEt sur-le-champ raser sa ch\u00e9tive maison.
\n\ufeffMais le calife lui dit : Non,
\nJ\u2019ordonne qu\u2019\u00e0 mes frais elle soit r\u00e9par\u00e9e ;
\n\ufeffMa gloire tient \u00e0 sa dur\u00e9e :
\nJe veux que nos neveux, en la consid\u00e9rant,
\nY trouvent de mon r\u00e8gne un monument auguste ;
\nEn voyant le palais, ils diront : Il fut grand ;
\nEn voyant la chaumiere, ils diront : Il fut juste.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[568],"poems-book":[583],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[566],"class_list":["post-12376","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-568","poems-book-fables-de-florian","poete-jean-pierre-claris-de-florian"],"yoast_head":"\n