human
And bad every creature In his kynde encreesse; Al to murthe with man, That moste wo tholie In fondynge of the flessh, And of the fend bothe. For man was maad of swich a matere, He may noght wel a-sterte That ne som tyme hym bitit 7360 To folwen his kynde. Caton a-cordeth therwith, _Nemo sine crimine vivit._
gpt
Now I woot what Do-wel is, quod I,
human
By deere God! as me thynketh.
gpt
Y-wis, sire, I seide,
human
To se muche and suffre moore, Certes, quod I,