human
It did one deed that doth remain, For it preserved the memory and the truth Of her that now doth neither set nor wane, But shine in all men's thought; nor sink forsooth, And be forgotten like the summer rain. O, it is good that man should not forget Or benefits foregone or brightness set!
gpt
My lot contented: me; I am right glad for this her worthy fame; That which was good and great I fain would see Drawn with a halo round what rests--its name.