human
O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
gpt
I pray you bear with me; I cannot go no further.
human
From whom I took two cods.
gpt
And turn his merry note.
human
When threadbare Martial _turns his merry note_
gpt
Doth very foolishly, although he smart, _Not to_ seem senseless of the bob.
human
Yet if it be your wills _not to_ forgive The sin I have committed, let it not fall,