human
O Miolan's heir, O master mine, O more than heaven adored, Live to forget this slave of thine, Wed the dark-eyed Maid of Palestine, But dare not yon demon sword!
gpt
But pledge me first in this beaker bright Of foaming Cyprian wine; Thou hast fasted, God wot, like an anchorite. Thy cheeks and brow are a trifle white, And, 'fore heaven, thou shall bear thee in this fight As beseemeth son of mine!