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A chat on 4chan
human
These threads are good tasting and good for you. Good for what ails you.
gpt
My love is as a fever, longing still My love is like a fever, still longing
For that which longer nurseth the disease, For that which feeds the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Feeding on that which prolongs the illness,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please. All to please the unhealthy desires of the body.
My reason, the physician to my love, My reason, love's doctor,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Angry that I do not follow his directions,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Has left me, and desperate I find that
Desire is death, which physic did except. Desire leads to death, which physic (reason) will not allow.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care, Now reason is past caring, now I am past cure,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; And I am frantic with continual unrest.
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, My thoughts and my words are like a madman's,
At random from the truth vainly express'd; Lies foolishly uttered;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star),
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. But you really are black as hell and dark as night.