human
Thow art yong and yeepe, And hast yeres y-nowe For to lyve longe, And ladies to lovye; And in this mirour thow myght se 6610 Myghtes ful manye, That leden thee wole to likynge Al thi lif tyme.
gpt
I shal sewe thi wille; Til thow be a lord and have lond, Leten thee I nelle, That I ne shal folwe thi felawshipe, If Fortune it like.
human
He shal fynde me his frend, 6620 Quod Fortune therafter;
gpt
The freke that folwede my wille Failled nevere blisse.
human
Man, quod he,