human
The dew no more will weep, The primrose's pale cheek to deck; The dew no more will sleep, Nuzzled in the lily's neck. Much rather would it tremble here, And leave them both to be thy tear.
gpt
Steps to the Temple
human
Wishes to his supposed Mistress,
gpt
Meet you her, my wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.