human
Thei are my blody bretheren, quod Piers,
gpt
For God boughte us alle. Truthe taughte me ones To loven hem echone; And to helpen hem of alle thyng Ay as hem nedeth. And now wolde I wite of thee What were the beste; And how I myghte a-maistren hem, 4220 And make hem to werche.