human
The husband of poor Nature was a gentleman and an honest man, made a fortune and spent it nearly, in which his wife had no share, for that he governed and ruled the roast is well known to many: he had a noble and generous soul, but always kept poor Nature's talents under a bushel, where they shall never go again. He was old enough to be her father, and ever treated her like a child.
gpt
I never learned to write or spell, Although I read and write so well;
human
to a kiss which he gave her (p. 215.). He was blind, but on hearing some of her poems read, he exclaimed,
gpt
Oh, my God, madam, there is nothing like this in Shakspeare!