human
Cornelius, said the Artist,
gpt
She has, brother Humphrey.
human
It is a pity, Cornelius, that we, who have only £200 a year each, are already fifty years of age.
gpt
Humphrey, what age do we feel?
human
Thirty. Not a month more,
gpt
Right. Not an hour above the thirty, said the Bard, smiting his chest gently.
human
As for Joseph, he is too old----
gpt
Very much too old----
human
To think of marrying such a young----
gpt
Fresh and innocent----
human
Engaging and clever girl as Miss Phillis Fleming.
gpt
To taste the freshness of the morning air.