human
Lat youre confessour, sire kyng, Construe this unglosed; And if ye werchen it in werk, I wedde myne eris, {74} That lawe shal ben a laborer And lede a-feld donge, And love shal lede thi lond, As the leef liketh.
gpt
Madame, I am youre man, What so my mouth jangle; I falle in floryns, quod that freke,
human
And faile speche ofte.