human
Be borne to burial in thy kindred's grave.
gpt
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
human
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here's drink. I drink to thee.
gpt
Dead art thou, _dead_--alack! my child is dead.
human
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not.
gpt
For though some nature bids us all lament.
human
Faith, we may put our pipes up and be gone.
gpt
If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep.
human
Full many a glorious morning have I seen _Flatter_ the mountain-tops with sovereign _eye_.
gpt
(Temp. ii. 1), look, glance;
human
Yon grey is not the Morning's eye
gpt
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes.
human
Under yond' yew-trees lay thee all along.