human
Maiden, oh list! With those sweet winning glances, Thy looks nought but goodness and kindness betide! Oh, couldst thou but smile on my timid advances! Say, wilt thou be thine own knife-grinder's bride?
gpt
Whirr! whirr! Blithely we go. Never say no! My foot's on the treadle, which rocks to and fro!