human
She looks us like A thing more made of malice than of duty.
gpt
That will be given to the loud_est_ of noise we make.
human
I have not seen these two days.--Go, look after _him_.
gpt
The low Posthumus, _she_ slanders so her judgement.
human
When resty Sloth Finds the down-pillow hard.
gpt
Since Leonatus' false.
human
Grow, Patience! And let the stinking elder, Grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine!
gpt
For defect of judgement Is oft the cause of fear.
human
Thou Divine nature how thyself thou blasonest.
gpt
What does he mean? Since _the_ death of my dearest mother.
human
To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch.