Il est certains esprits d\u2019un naturel hargneux
\nQui toujours ont besoin de guerre ;
\nIls aiment \u00e0 piquer, se plaisent \u00e0 d\u00e9plaire,
\nEt montrent pour cela des talens merveilleux.
\nQuant \u00e0 moi, je les fuis sans cesse,
\nEussent-ils tous les dons & tous les attributs ;
\nJ\u2019y veux de l\u2019indulgence ou de la politesse,
\nC\u2019est la parure des vertus.<\/p>\n
Un h\u00e9risson, qu\u2019une tracasserie
\nAvoit forc\u00e9 de quitter sa patrie,
\nDans un grand terrier de lapins
\nVint porter sa misanthropie.
\nIl leur conta ses longs chagrins,
\nContre ses ennemis exhala bien sa bile,
\nEt finit par prier les h\u00f4tes souterrains
\nDe vouloir lui donner asile.
\nVolontiers, lui dit le doyen :
\nNous sommes bonnes gens, nous vivons comme fr\u00e8res,
\nEt nous ne connoissons ni le tien ni le mien ;
\nTout est commun ici : nos plus grandes affaires
\nSont d\u2019aller, d\u00e8s l\u2019aube du jour,
\nBrouter le serpolet, jouer sur l\u2019herbe tendre :
\nChacun, pendant ce temps, sentinelle \u00e0 son tour,
\nVeille sur le chasseur qui voudroit nous surprendre ;
\nS\u2019il l\u2019aper\u00e7oit, il frappe & nous voil\u00e0 blottis
\nAvec nos femmes, nos petits ;
\nDans la ga\u00eet\u00e9, dans la concorde,
\nNous passons les instants que le ciel nous accorde.
\nSouvent ils sont prompts \u00e0 finir ;
\nLes panneaux, les furets, abr\u00e8genl notre vie ;
\nRaison de plus pour en jouir.
\nDu moins par l\u2019amiti\u00e9, l\u2019amour & le plaisir,
\nAutant qu\u2019elle a dur\u00e9 nous l\u2019avons embellie :
\nTelle est notre philosophie.
\nSi cela vous convient, demeurez avec nous,
\nEt soyez de la colonie ;
\nSinon, faites l\u2019honneur \u00e0 notre compagnie
\nD\u2019accepter \u00e0 d\u00eener, puis retournez chez vous.
\n\u00c0 ce discours plein de sagesse,
\nLe h\u00e9risson repart qu\u2019il sera trop heureux
\nDe passer ses jours avec eux.
\nAlors chaque lapin s\u2019empresse
\nD\u2019imiter l\u2019honn\u00eate doyen
\nEt de lui faire politesse.
\nJusqu\u2019au soir tout alla bien :
\nMais lorsqu\u2019apr\u00e8s souper la troupe r\u00e9unie
\nSe mit \u00e0 deviser des affaires du temps,
\nLe h\u00e9risson de ses piquants
\nBlesse un jeune lapin. Doucement, je vous prie,
\nLui dit le p\u00e8re de l\u2019enfant.
\nLe h\u00e9risson, se retournant,
\nEn pique deux, puis trois, & puis un quatri\u00e8me.
\nOn murmure, on se f\u00e2che, on l\u2019entoure en grondant.
\nMessieurs, s\u2019\u00e9cria-t-il, mon regret est extr\u00eame ;
\nIl faut me le passer, je suis ainsi b\u00e2ti,
\nEt je ne puis pas me refondre.
\nMa foi, dit le doyen, en ce cas, mon ami,
\nTu peux aller te faire tondre.<\/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-12473","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-568","poems-book-fables-de-florian","poete-jean-pierre-claris-de-florian"],"yoast_head":"\n