human
Daughter of fair Leda, hear! From thy far Elysian sphere; Lovely as when, for his fee, To Paris Venus promised thee-- Appear--appear--appear!
gpt
What! that the fair Helen! I don't pique myself on beauty, but may I die if I would change faces with her!
human
I told your Majesty how it would be, remarked the enchanter;
gpt
She has, however, very fine eyes,
human
Yes, said Sydney,
gpt
Nothing,
human
China! cried the Earl;
gpt
Delf rather.
human
Perhaps, continued the Queen,
gpt
O, as to the dress, chimed in the favourite--
human
O Paris, fatal was the hour, When, victim to the blind god's power, Within your native walks you bore That firebrand from a foreign shore; Who--ah, so little worth the strife!-- Was fit for nothing, but a wife.
gpt
said her Majesty,
human
As your Majesty does, returned he;
gpt
And a minute past they said there was none,