human
And though my liflode lakke, Leten I nelle, That ech man ne shal have his, {105} Er I hennes wende; And with the residue and the remenaunt, Bi the Rode of Chestre! I shal seken Truthe erst Er I se Rome.
gpt
Crist, that on Calvarie Upon the cros deidest, Tho Dysmas my brother Bi-soughte yow of grace, 3420 And haddest mercy on that man For _memento_ sake, So rewe on this robbere That _reddere_ ne have, Ne nevere wene to wynne With craft that I owe; But for thi muchel mercy Mitigacion I bi-seche, Ne dampne me noght at domes-day For that I dide so ille.