human
To who? To who?
gpt
The delay granted by the weakness and good nature of our judges is responsible for half the murders.
human
The rascals? Nay, Rascality's the thing Above whose back your knotted scourges sing. _Your_ satire, truly, like a razor keen,
gpt
Wounds with a touch that's neither felt nor seen; For naught that you assail with falchion free Has either nerves to feel or eyes to see. Against abstractions evermore you charge You hack no helmet and you need no targe. That wickedness is wrong and sin a vice, That wrong's not right and foulness never nice, Fearless affirm. All consequences dare: Smite the offense and the offender spare. When Ananias and Sapphira lied Falsehood, had you been there, had surely died. When money-changers in the Temple sat, At money-changing you'd have whirled the