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# Catalogue record: 32174 — [Vitry ?]: Epitaphe du R.P. Bouhours
# Incipit: Ci gist le celebre Bouhours
# Date: 1702-07-20
# Record in the Leibniz-Katalog: https://leibniz-katalog.bbaw.de/de/extended-search?id=32174&katnr=34185
# Work: https://leibnizlegible.com/work/DE-611-HS-867828
# Title: LBr. 958 · Vitry
# Folios: Bl. 1 (from the shelfmark LBr 958 Bl. 1): 2 pages, canvases 1–2, page ids DE-611-HS-867828:0001 to DE-611-HS-867828:0002
# Original at the GWLB: https://digitale-sammlungen.gwlb.de/resolve?id=DE-611-HS-867828&page=1
# Lines: 29 recognised on 2 of 2 pages, mean confidence 0.78
# Catalogue: Leibniz-Katalog / Arbeitskatalog der Leibniz-Edition (https://leibniz-katalog.bbaw.de/), ed. Arbeitsstelle Potsdam I der Berlin-Brandenburgischen Akademie der Wissenschaften, CC BY 4.0.
# Machine transcription. Not an edition. Errors are expected: about 8% character error rate on Latin and French lines, higher on German.
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## Folio 1r — DE-611-HS-867828:0001
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## Folio 1v — DE-611-HS-867828:0002
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# Model: FoNDUE-GD_v2_ft_Leibniz, run 74, 2026-09-06T16:05:13Z — 20 lines, status machine
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CY oist le celebre Boutours,
Dont la plume élégante et pure
Fit parler le bon sens et la simple nature,
Et sut parser cerits la gloire de nos jours.
II n’eust point du mourir, er la P’arque traitresse
Eparonoit la rertu, l’esprit, la politesse,
Lescaroir, la douceur, la sincere amicié:
Mais l’areugle qu’elle est rarit tour lans pitié.
II Faut subir les loix, quelque chole qu’on Fasse;
Ec de cerre immortalice
Ou’on nous rante tant au P’arnalle,
Connoistre entin la ranité.
Bouhours nous laisse des Ourrases,
Dont la lecture a des appas,
Dui se Feront sentir jusques aux derniers ages:
Mais, helas: Foibles arantases;
Vous narez pû laurer que son nom du trepas.
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