human
Our poor master knows no moderation, said an old woman, scattering drops of perfume over a court cloak.
gpt
Continual feasting and nightly revels,--never any rest; he will kill himself.
human
Oh, no! pleasure does not kill,
gpt
What do you know about it, imp? replied the woman.
human
Wouldn't you think the brat spent his life in enjoyment like a lord? Don't talk so boldly about things you know nothing of!
gpt
Perhaps I know more about them than you do, said the child, making a wry face;