human
Too late, too late! exclaimed the poor fellow, turning on his heel and plunging the point of his sword into the tufted grass.
gpt
She is gone, never to return. Farewell to all my dreams of happiness, to all my hopes and aspirations. What is glory to me now? Why should I live to gather fame? Who is there now that will reap my laurels and wear them on snowy forehead for my sake? Oh, fate, oh, fate!