system
A chat on 4chan
human
Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all-the-world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
 You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
 That all the world besides methinks y'are dead.
gpt
>takes you in his arms and spins, You know the sword weilder under the mask. How is it so?