Il eut des temps quelques argents
\nEt r\u00e9gala ses camarades
\nD\u2019un sexe ou deux, intelligents
\nOu charmants, ou bien les deux grades,
\nSi que dans les esprits malades
\nSa bonne r\u00e9putation
\nSubit que de d\u00e9gringolades !
\nLucullus ? Non, Trimalcion.<\/p>\n
Sous ses lambris, c\u2019\u00e9taient des chants
\nEt des paroles point trop fades.
\nEros et Bacchos indulgents
\nPr\u00e9sidaient \u00e0 ces s\u00e9r\u00e9nades
\nQu\u2019accompagnaient des embrassades.
\nPuis ch\u0153urs et conversation
\nCessaient pour des fins peu maussades.
\nLucullus ? Non, Trimalcion.<\/p>\n
L\u2019aube pointait et ces m\u00e9chants
\nLa saluaient par cent aubades
\nQui r\u00e9veillaient au loin les gens
\nDe bien, et par mille rasades.
\nCependant de vagues brigades,
\n\u2014 Z\u00e8le ou d\u00e9nonciation, \u2014
\nVerbalisaient chez des alcades
\nLucullus ? Non, Trimalcion.<\/p>\n
ENVOI<\/p>\n
Prince, \u00f4 tr\u00e8s haut marquis de Sade,
\nUn souris pour votre scion
\nFier derri\u00e8re sa palissade.
\nLucullus ? Non, Trimalcion.<\/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":[254],"poems-book":[253],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[240],"class_list":["post-2921","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-254","poems-book-parallelement","poete-paul-verlaine"],"yoast_head":"\n