human
Build thee more stately mansions Oh my soul, As the swift seasons roll, Leave thy low vaulted past. Let each new temple nobler than the last Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free: Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
gpt
How do you do Mrs. Hayden? You see I come in without ceremony as usual, but I heard you'd had one of your headaches again,
human
Oh, I have about recovered my usual strength, but of course I must be careful and not get excited or overworked, though my work I am sorry to say, does not amount to much.
gpt
Now Mrs. Hayden, I believe there _is_ a help for you somewhere. Wouldn't you like to try something new?
human
Why, you _know_ I would try anything that would give relief, but I have exhausted everything that ever was heard of, and now every remedy seems very transient or of no effect at all.