human
He gives me so much of my own, as I Will kneel to him in thanks _for_.
gpt
If idle talk will once be necessary.
human
And he hath sent _me_ for thee.
gpt
There was no winter in it; an autumn 'twas.
human
His delights Were dolphin-like; they showed his back above The element they lived in.
gpt
By the rebound of yours; a grief that suites My very heart at root.
human
To one so meek, that my own servant should,
gpt
With one that I have bred. The gods! it smites me.
human
Of eyes again so royal! your crown's away; I'll mend it, and then play....
gpt
What shall Cordelia do? love and be silent.
human
Only she comes too short _in_ that I profess.
gpt
Although the last not least.
human
I crave no more than what your highness offer'd.
gpt
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step.