human
Jacob, why don't you join?
gpt
Truly do I not forget the songs of my youth, and of my hilarious days: yet doth the potent spirit work upon me like the god in the Cumean sybil; and I shall soon prophecy that which shall come to pass.
human
So can I,
gpt
Do thine office of Ganymede, and fill up the pannikin; put not in too much of the element. Once more exalt thy voice, good Dux.
human
Always ready, master,
gpt
Smiling grog is the sailor's best hope, his sheet anchor, His compass, his cable, his log, That gives him a heart which life's cares cannot canker. Though dangers around him, Unite to confound him, He braves them, and tips off his grog. 'Tis grog, only grog, Is his rudder, his compass, his cable, his log, The sailor's sheet anchor is grog.
human
Verily, thou art an Apollo--or, rather, referring to thy want of legs, half an Apollo--that is, a _demi_-god. (_Cluck, cluck_.) Sweet is thy lyre, friend Dux.
gpt
Fair words, master; I'm no liar, cried Tom.
human
Clap a stopper on your tongue, or you'll get into disgrace.
gpt
said the Dominie;
human
I spoke of thy musical tongue; and, furthermore, I spoke alle-gori-cal-ly.
gpt
I know a man lies with his tongue as well as you do, old chap; but as for telling a _hell of a_ (something) _lie_, as you states, I say I never did,