human
and
gpt
[1227] of yours is the end and object of what is right. For sift thoroughly all this
human
and what does it not comprise within it! Is there not to be found in it the Iliad of Accius,[1228] intoxicated with hellebore? are there not all the paltry sonnets our crude[1229] nobles have dictated? in fine, is there not all that is composed on couches of citron?[1230] You know how to set before your guests the hot paunch;[1231] and how to make a present of your threadbare cloak to your companion shivering with cold,[1232] and then you say,
gpt
I do love the truth![1233] tell me the truth about myself!