human
That pitiful Rumour may report my flight, To consolate thine ear. Come night, end day; For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
gpt
At night she [Fame] walks, nor slumber sweet doth take nor never sleeps, By day on houses' tops she sits, and gates or towers she keeps, On watching-towers she climbs, and cities great she makes aghast, Both truth and falsehood forth she tells, and lies abroad doth cast.
human
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love
gpt
Car noire Nuict, qui des amants prend cure, Les couvrira de sa grand robbe obscure; Et si rendra cependant endormis Ceux qui d'Amour sont mortelz ennemis.
human
Till strange Love grow bold, Think true love acted simple modesty.