human
Wha lies here? Pate Watt, gin ye speer. Poor Pate! is that thou? Ay, by my soul, is't; But I's dead now.
gpt
Under this stone lies Bobbity John, Who, when alive, to the world was a wonder; And would have been so yet, had not Death in a fit Cut his soul and his body asunder.
human
Las, qu'on verra grand peuple tourmenté Et la loy sainte en totale ruine, Par autres Loix toute la Christianité, Quand d'or, d'argent trouve nouvelle mine.
gpt
Alas! how a great people shall be tormented, And the holy law in an utter ruin; By other laws all christendom be troubled, When new mines of gold and silver shall be found.