human
Sure 'tis the end of all things! Fate has torn The lock of Time off, and his head is now The ghastly ball of round Eternity!
gpt
No; I dare challenge heaven to turn me outward, And shake my soul quite empty in your sight.
human
When, called in haste, _they fumble for their limbs_,
gpt
King Arthur,
human
Ah for the many souls as but this morn Were clothed with flesh and warmed with vital blood, But naked now, or _shirted_ but with air.