human
In this sty, where since I came, Diseases have been sold, dearer than physic.
gpt
That play for gold,
human
Of rich and exquisite form. Their values great.
gpt
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess! _Alas!_
human
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning May bear the raven's eye.
gpt
Here no _night-ravens_ lodge, more black than pitch
human
The ill-fac'd owl, death's dreadful messenger, The hoarse _night-raven_, trump of doleful drear.
gpt
With everything that pretty is.