human
You never could stomach a Democrat Since General Jackson ran? You're another sort, but you predict That your party'll get consummately licked?
gpt
Write me, she sobbed--
human
I pray thee do-- A book about the Prince di Giu-- A book of poetry in praise Of all his works and all his ways; The godlike grace of his address, His more than woman's tenderness, His courage stern and lack of guile, The loves that wantoned in his smile. So great he was, so rich and kind, I'll not within a fortnight find His equal as a lover. O, My God! I shall be drowned in woe!
gpt
What! Prince di Giu has died! exclaimed The honest man for letters famed, The while he pocketed her gold;
human
Of what'?--if I may be so bold. Fresh storms of tears the lady shed:
gpt
I stabbed him fifty times,