human
Although we have dismissed the subject of Mr. Round, said Mr. Burr,
gpt
Some men employ their health, an ugly trick, In making known how oft they have been sick; And give us, in recitals of disease, A doctor's troubles, but without his fees; Relate how many weeks they kept their bed, How an emetic or cathartic sped; Nothing is slightly touched, much less forgot, Nose, ears, and eyes, seem present on the spot. Now the distemper, spite of draught or pill, Victorious seemed, and now the doctor's skill; And now--alas for unforeseen mishaps!-- They put on a damp nightcap and relapse; They thought they must have died, they were so bad; Their peevish hearers almost wish they had.
human
That's capital,
gpt
It is Mr. Round's character to a tick,
human
It seems to me, said Miss Young,
gpt
Cowper is a splendid poet, observed young Brown, who was rather pedantic;
human
Come, said Mr. Burr,