{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"From fairest creatures we desire increase,\".", "input": "", "output": "From fairest creatures we desire increase,\nThat thereby beauty’s rose might never die,\nBut as the riper should by time decease,\nHis tender heir might bear his memory:\nBut thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,\nFeed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,\nMaking a famine where abundance lies,\nThyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:\nThou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,\nAnd only herald to the gaudy spring,\nWithin thine own bud buriest thy content,\nAnd tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding:\n    Pity the world, or else this glutton be,\n    To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,\".", "input": "", "output": "When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,\nAnd dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,\nThy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,\nWill be a tatter’d weed of small worth held:\nThen being asked, where all thy beauty lies,\nWhere all the treasure of thy lusty days;\nTo say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,\nWere an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.\nHow much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,\nIf thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine\nShall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’\nProving his beauty by succession thine!\n    This were to be new made when thou art old,\n    And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest\".", "input": "", "output": "Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest\nNow is the time that face should form another;\nWhose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,\nThou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.\nFor where is she so fair whose unear’d womb\nDisdains the tillage of thy husbandry?\nOr who is he so fond will be the tomb,\nOf his self-love to stop posterity?\nThou art thy mother’s glass and she in thee\nCalls back the lovely April of her prime;\nSo thou through windows of thine age shalt see,\nDespite of wrinkles this thy golden time.\n    But if thou live, remember’d not to be,\n    Die single and thine image dies with thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend\".", "input": "", "output": "Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend\nUpon thyself thy beauty’s legacy?\nNature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,\nAnd being frank she lends to those are free:\nThen, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse\nThe bounteous largess given thee to give?\nProfitless usurer, why dost thou use\nSo great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?\nFor having traffic with thyself alone,\nThou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive:\nThen how when nature calls thee to be gone,\nWhat acceptable audit canst thou leave?\n    Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,\n    Which, used, lives th’ executor to be."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those hours, that with gentle work did frame\".", "input": "", "output": "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame\nThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,\nWill play the tyrants to the very same\nAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel;\nFor never-resting time leads summer on\nTo hideous winter, and confounds him there;\nSap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,\nBeauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:\nThen were not summer’s distillation left,\nA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,\nBeauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,\nNor it, nor no remembrance what it was:\n    But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,\n    Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,\".", "input": "", "output": "Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,\nIn thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:\nMake sweet some vial; treasure thou some place\nWith beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill’d.\nThat use is not forbidden usury,\nWhich happies those that pay the willing loan;\nThat’s for thyself to breed another thee,\nOr ten times happier, be it ten for one;\nTen times thyself were happier than thou art,\nIf ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee:\nThen what could death do if thou shouldst depart,\nLeaving thee living in posterity?\n    Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair\n    To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lo! in the orient when the gracious light\".", "input": "", "output": "Lo! in the orient when the gracious light\nLifts up his burning head, each under eye\nDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,\nServing with looks his sacred majesty;\nAnd having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill,\nResembling strong youth in his middle age,\nYet mortal looks adore his beauty still,\nAttending on his golden pilgrimage:\nBut when from highmost pitch, with weary car,\nLike feeble age, he reeleth from the day,\nThe eyes, ’fore duteous, now converted are\nFrom his low tract, and look another way:\n    So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:\n    Unlook’d, on diest unless thou get a son."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?\".", "input": "", "output": "Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?\nSweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:\nWhy lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,\nOr else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?\nIf the true concord of well-tuned sounds,\nBy unions married, do offend thine ear,\nThey do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds\nIn singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.\nMark how one string, sweet husband to another,\nStrikes each in each by mutual ordering;\nResembling sire and child and happy mother,\nWho, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:\n    Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,\n    Sings this to thee: ‘Thou single wilt prove none.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,\".", "input": "", "output": "Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,\nThat thou consum’st thyself in single life?\nAh! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,\nThe world will wail thee like a makeless wife;\nThe world will be thy widow and still weep\nThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,\nWhen every private widow well may keep\nBy children’s eyes, her husband’s shape in mind:\nLook! what an unthrift in the world doth spend\nShifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;\nBut beauty’s waste hath in the world an end,\nAnd kept unused the user so destroys it.\n    No love toward others in that bosom sits\n    That on himself such murd’rous shame commits."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,\".", "input": "", "output": "For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,\nWho for thyself art so unprovident.\nGrant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,\nBut that thou none lov’st is most evident:\nFor thou art so possess’d with murderous hate,\nThat ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,\nSeeking that beauteous roof to ruinate\nWhich to repair should be thy chief desire.\nO! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:\nShall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love?\nBe, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,\nOr to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:\n    Make thee another self for love of me,\n    That beauty still may live in thine or thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st,\".", "input": "", "output": "As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st,\nIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;\nAnd that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st,\nThou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest,\nHerein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;\nWithout this folly, age, and cold decay:\nIf all were minded so, the times should cease\nAnd threescore year would make the world away.\nLet those whom nature hath not made for store,\nHarsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:\nLook, whom she best endow’d, she gave thee more;\nWhich bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:\n    She carv’d thee for her seal, and meant thereby,\n    Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When I do count the clock that tells the time,\".", "input": "", "output": "When I do count the clock that tells the time,\nAnd see the brave day sunk in hideous night;\nWhen I behold the violet past prime,\nAnd sable curls, all silvered o’er with white;\nWhen lofty trees I see barren of leaves,\nWhich erst from heat did canopy the herd,\nAnd summer’s green all girded up in sheaves,\nBorne on the bier with white and bristly beard,\nThen of thy beauty do I question make,\nThat thou among the wastes of time must go,\nSince sweets and beauties do themselves forsake\nAnd die as fast as they see others grow;\n    And nothing ’gainst Time’s scythe can make defence\n    Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! that you were your self; but, love you are\".", "input": "", "output": "O! that you were your self; but, love you are\nNo longer yours, than you yourself here live:\nAgainst this coming end you should prepare,\nAnd your sweet semblance to some other give:\nSo should that beauty which you hold in lease\nFind no determination; then you were\nYourself again, after yourself’s decease,\nWhen your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.\nWho lets so fair a house fall to decay,\nWhich husbandry in honour might uphold,\nAgainst the stormy gusts of winter’s day\nAnd barren rage of death’s eternal cold?\n    O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,\n    You had a father: let your son say so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;\".", "input": "", "output": "Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;\nAnd yet methinks I have astronomy,\nBut not to tell of good or evil luck,\nOf plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;\nNor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,\nPointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,\nOr say with princes if it shall go well\nBy oft predict that I in heaven find:\nBut from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,\nAnd constant stars in them I read such art\nAs ‘Truth and beauty shall together thrive,\nIf from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert’;\n    Or else of thee this I prognosticate:\n    ‘Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When I consider everything that grows\".", "input": "", "output": "When I consider everything that grows\nHolds in perfection but a little moment,\nThat this huge stage presenteth nought but shows\nWhereon the stars in secret influence comment;\nWhen I perceive that men as plants increase,\nCheered and checked even by the self-same sky,\nVaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,\nAnd wear their brave state out of memory;\nThen the conceit of this inconstant stay\nSets you most rich in youth before my sight,\nWhere wasteful Time debateth with Decay\nTo change your day of youth to sullied night,\n    And all in war with Time for love of you,\n    As he takes from you, I engraft you new."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But wherefore do not you a mightier way\".", "input": "", "output": "But wherefore do not you a mightier way\nMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?\nAnd fortify yourself in your decay\nWith means more blessed than my barren rhyme?\nNow stand you on the top of happy hours,\nAnd many maiden gardens, yet unset,\nWith virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,\nMuch liker than your painted counterfeit:\nSo should the lines of life that life repair,\nWhich this, Time’s pencil, or my pupil pen,\nNeither in inward worth nor outward fair,\nCan make you live yourself in eyes of men.\n    To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,\n    And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Who will believe my verse in time to come,\".", "input": "", "output": "Who will believe my verse in time to come,\nIf it were fill’d with your most high deserts?\nThough yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb\nWhich hides your life, and shows not half your parts.\nIf I could write the beauty of your eyes,\nAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,\nThe age to come would say ‘This poet lies;\nSuch heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.’\nSo should my papers, yellow’d with their age,\nBe scorn’d, like old men of less truth than tongue,\nAnd your true rights be term’d a poet’s rage\nAnd stretched metre of an antique song:\n    But were some child of yours alive that time,\n    You should live twice,—in it, and in my rhyme."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?\".", "input": "", "output": "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,\nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:\nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d,\nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,\nBy chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,\nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,\nNor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,\n    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,\n    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,\".", "input": "", "output": "Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,\nAnd make the earth devour her own sweet brood;\nPluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,\nAnd burn the long-liv’d phoenix, in her blood;\nMake glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,\nAnd do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,\nTo the wide world and all her fading sweets;\nBut I forbid thee one most heinous crime:\nO! carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,\nNor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;\nHim in thy course untainted do allow\nFor beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.\n    Yet do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,\n    My love shall in my verse ever live young."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,\".", "input": "", "output": "A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,\nHast thou, the master mistress of my passion;\nA woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted\nWith shifting change, as is false women’s fashion:\nAn eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,\nGilding the object whereupon it gazeth;\nA man in hue all ‘hues’ in his controlling,\nWhich steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.\nAnd for a woman wert thou first created;\nTill Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,\nAnd by addition me of thee defeated,\nBy adding one thing to my purpose nothing.\n    But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,\n    Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So is it not with me as with that Muse,\".", "input": "", "output": "So is it not with me as with that Muse,\nStirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse,\nWho heaven itself for ornament doth use\nAnd every fair with his fair doth rehearse,\nMaking a couplement of proud compare.\nWith sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,\nWith April’s first-born flowers, and all things rare,\nThat heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.\nO! let me, true in love, but truly write,\nAnd then believe me, my love is as fair\nAs any mother’s child, though not so bright\nAs those gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air:\n    Let them say more that like of hearsay well;\n    I will not praise that purpose not to sell."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"My glass shall not persuade me I am old,\".", "input": "", "output": "My glass shall not persuade me I am old,\nSo long as youth and thou are of one date;\nBut when in thee time’s furrows I behold,\nThen look I death my days should expiate.\nFor all that beauty that doth cover thee,\nIs but the seemly raiment of my heart,\nWhich in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:\nHow can I then be elder than thou art?\nO! therefore love, be of thyself so wary\nAs I, not for myself, but for thee will;\nBearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary\nAs tender nurse her babe from faring ill.\n    Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,\n    Thou gav’st me thine not to give back again."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As an unperfect actor on the stage,\".", "input": "", "output": "As an unperfect actor on the stage,\nWho with his fear is put beside his part,\nOr some fierce thing replete with too much rage,\nWhose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;\nSo I, for fear of trust, forget to say\nThe perfect ceremony of love’s rite,\nAnd in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,\nO’ercharg’d with burthen of mine own love’s might.\nO! let my looks be then the eloquence\nAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast,\nWho plead for love, and look for recompense,\nMore than that tongue that more hath more express’d.\n    O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:\n    To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d,\nThy beauty’s form in table of my heart;\nMy body is the frame wherein ’tis held,\nAnd perspective it is best painter’s art.\nFor through the painter must you see his skill,\nTo find where your true image pictur’d lies,\nWhich in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,\nThat hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.\nNow see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:\nMine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me\nAre windows to my breast, where-through the sun\nDelights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;\n    Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,\n    They draw but what they see, know not the heart."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let those who are in favour with their stars\".", "input": "", "output": "Let those who are in favour with their stars\nOf public honour and proud titles boast,\nWhilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars\nUnlook’d for joy in that I honour most.\nGreat princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread\nBut as the marigold at the sun’s eye,\nAnd in themselves their pride lies buried,\nFor at a frown they in their glory die.\nThe painful warrior famoused for fight,\nAfter a thousand victories once foil’d,\nIs from the book of honour razed quite,\nAnd all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:\n    Then happy I, that love and am belov’d,\n    Where I may not remove nor be remov’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage\".", "input": "", "output": "Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage\nThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,\nTo thee I send this written embassage,\nTo witness duty, not to show my wit:\nDuty so great, which wit so poor as mine\nMay make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,\nBut that I hope some good conceit of thine\nIn thy soul’s thought, all naked, will bestow it:\nTill whatsoever star that guides my moving,\nPoints on me graciously with fair aspect,\nAnd puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,\nTo show me worthy of thy sweet respect:\n    Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;\n    Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,\".", "input": "", "output": "Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,\nThe dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;\nBut then begins a journey in my head\nTo work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:\nFor then my thoughts, from far where I abide,\nIntend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,\nAnd keep my drooping eyelids open wide,\nLooking on darkness which the blind do see:\nSave that my soul’s imaginary sight\nPresents thy shadow to my sightless view,\nWhich, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,\nMakes black night beauteous, and her old face new.\n    Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,\n    For thee, and for myself, no quiet find."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How can I then return in happy plight,\".", "input": "", "output": "How can I then return in happy plight,\nThat am debarre’d the benefit of rest?\nWhen day’s oppression is not eas’d by night,\nBut day by night and night by day oppress’d,\nAnd each, though enemies to either’s reign,\nDo in consent shake hands to torture me,\nThe one by toil, the other to complain\nHow far I toil, still farther off from thee.\nI tell the day, to please him thou art bright,\nAnd dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:\nSo flatter I the swart-complexion’d night,\nWhen sparkling stars twire not thou gild’st the even.\n    But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,\n    And night doth nightly make grief’s length seem stronger."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes\".", "input": "", "output": "When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes\nI all alone beweep my outcast state,\nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,\nAnd look upon myself, and curse my fate,\nWishing me like to one more rich in hope,\nFeatur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,\nDesiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,\nWith what I most enjoy contented least;\nYet in these thoughts my self almost despising,\nHaply I think on thee, and then my state,\nLike to the lark at break of day arising\nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;\n    For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings\n    That then I scorn to change my state with kings."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought\".", "input": "", "output": "When to the sessions of sweet silent thought\nI summon up remembrance of things past,\nI sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,\nAnd with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:\nThen can I drown an eye, unused to flow,\nFor precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,\nAnd weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,\nAnd moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:\nThen can I grieve at grievances foregone,\nAnd heavily from woe to woe tell o’er\nThe sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,\nWhich I new pay as if not paid before.\n    But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,\n    All losses are restor’d and sorrows end."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,\nWhich I by lacking have supposed dead;\nAnd there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving parts,\nAnd all those friends which I thought buried.\nHow many a holy and obsequious tear\nHath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye,\nAs interest of the dead, which now appear\nBut things remov’d that hidden in thee lie!\nThou art the grave where buried love doth live,\nHung with the trophies of my lovers gone,\nWho all their parts of me to thee did give,\nThat due of many now is thine alone:\n    Their images I lov’d, I view in thee,\n    And thou, all they, hast all the all of me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"If thou survive my well-contented day,\".", "input": "", "output": "If thou survive my well-contented day,\nWhen that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover\nAnd shalt by fortune once more re-survey\nThese poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,\nCompare them with the bett’ring of the time,\nAnd though they be outstripp’d by every pen,\nReserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,\nExceeded by the height of happier men.\nO! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:\n‘Had my friend’s Muse grown with this growing age,\nA dearer birth than this his love had brought,\nTo march in ranks of better equipage:\n    But since he died and poets better prove,\n    Theirs for their style I’ll read, his for his love’."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Full many a glorious morning have I seen\".", "input": "", "output": "Full many a glorious morning have I seen\nFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,\nKissing with golden face the meadows green,\nGilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;\nAnon permit the basest clouds to ride\nWith ugly rack on his celestial face,\nAnd from the forlorn world his visage hide,\nStealing unseen to west with this disgrace:\nEven so my sun one early morn did shine,\nWith all triumphant splendour on my brow;\nBut out! alack! he was but one hour mine,\nThe region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.\n    Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;\n    Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,\".", "input": "", "output": "Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,\nAnd make me travel forth without my cloak,\nTo let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,\nHiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?\n’Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,\nTo dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,\nFor no man well of such a salve can speak,\nThat heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:\nNor can thy shame give physic to my grief;\nThough thou repent, yet I have still the loss:\nThe offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief\nTo him that bears the strong offence’s cross.\n    Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,\n    And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done:\".", "input": "", "output": "No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done:\nRoses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:\nClouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,\nAnd loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.\nAll men make faults, and even I in this,\nAuthorizing thy trespass with compare,\nMyself corrupting, salving thy amiss,\nExcusing thy sins more than thy sins are;\nFor to thy sensual fault I bring in sense;\nThy adverse party is thy advocate,\nAnd ’gainst myself a lawful plea commence:\nSuch civil war is in my love and hate,\n    That I an accessary needs must be,\n    To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let me confess that we two must be twain,\".", "input": "", "output": "Let me confess that we two must be twain,\nAlthough our undivided loves are one:\nSo shall those blots that do with me remain,\nWithout thy help, by me be borne alone.\nIn our two loves there is but one respect,\nThough in our lives a separable spite,\nWhich though it alter not love’s sole effect,\nYet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.\nI may not evermore acknowledge thee,\nLest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,\nNor thou with public kindness honour me,\nUnless thou take that honour from thy name:\n    But do not so, I love thee in such sort,\n    As thou being mine, mine is thy good report."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As a decrepit father takes delight\".", "input": "", "output": "As a decrepit father takes delight\nTo see his active child do deeds of youth,\nSo I, made lame by Fortune’s dearest spite,\nTake all my comfort of thy worth and truth;\nFor whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,\nOr any of these all, or all, or more,\nEntitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,\nI make my love engrafted, to this store:\nSo then I am not lame, poor, nor despis’d,\nWhilst that this shadow doth such substance give\nThat I in thy abundance am suffic’d,\nAnd by a part of all thy glory live.\n    Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:\n    This wish I have; then ten times happy me!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How can my Muse want subject to invent,\".", "input": "", "output": "How can my Muse want subject to invent,\nWhile thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse\nThine own sweet argument, too excellent\nFor every vulgar paper to rehearse?\nO! give thyself the thanks, if aught in me\nWorthy perusal stand against thy sight;\nFor who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,\nWhen thou thyself dost give invention light?\nBe thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth\nThan those old nine which rhymers invocate;\nAnd he that calls on thee, let him bring forth\nEternal numbers to outlive long date.\n    If my slight Muse do please these curious days,\n    The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,\".", "input": "", "output": "O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,\nWhen thou art all the better part of me?\nWhat can mine own praise to mine own self bring?\nAnd what is’t but mine own when I praise thee?\nEven for this, let us divided live,\nAnd our dear love lose name of single one,\nThat by this separation I may give\nThat due to thee which thou deserv’st alone.\nO absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,\nWere it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,\nTo entertain the time with thoughts of love,\nWhich time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,\n    And that thou teachest how to make one twain,\n    By praising him here who doth hence remain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;\".", "input": "", "output": "Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;\nWhat hast thou then more than thou hadst before?\nNo love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;\nAll mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.\nThen, if for my love, thou my love receivest,\nI cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;\nBut yet be blam’d, if thou thyself deceivest\nBy wilful taste of what thyself refusest.\nI do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,\nAlthough thou steal thee all my poverty:\nAnd yet, love knows it is a greater grief\nTo bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury.\n    Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,\n    Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,\".", "input": "", "output": "Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,\nWhen I am sometime absent from thy heart,\nThy beauty, and thy years full well befits,\nFor still temptation follows where thou art.\nGentle thou art, and therefore to be won,\nBeauteous thou art, therefore to be assail’d;\nAnd when a woman woos, what woman’s son\nWill sourly leave her till he have prevail’d?\nAy me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,\nAnd chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,\nWho lead thee in their riot even there\nWhere thou art forced to break a twofold truth:\n    Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,\n    Thine by thy beauty being false to me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That thou hast her it is not all my grief,\".", "input": "", "output": "That thou hast her it is not all my grief,\nAnd yet it may be said I loved her dearly;\nThat she hath thee is of my wailing chief,\nA loss in love that touches me more nearly.\nLoving offenders thus I will excuse ye:\nThou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her;\nAnd for my sake even so doth she abuse me,\nSuffering my friend for my sake to approve her.\nIf I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,\nAnd losing her, my friend hath found that loss;\nBoth find each other, and I lose both twain,\nAnd both for my sake lay on me this cross:\n    But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one;\n    Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,\".", "input": "", "output": "When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,\nFor all the day they view things unrespected;\nBut when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,\nAnd darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.\nThen thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,\nHow would thy shadow’s form form happy show\nTo the clear day with thy much clearer light,\nWhen to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!\nHow would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made\nBy looking on thee in the living day,\nWhen in dead night thy fair imperfect shade\nThrough heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!\n    All days are nights to see till I see thee,\n    And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,\".", "input": "", "output": "If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,\nInjurious distance should not stop my way;\nFor then despite of space I would be brought,\nFrom limits far remote, where thou dost stay.\nNo matter then although my foot did stand\nUpon the farthest earth remov’d from thee;\nFor nimble thought can jump both sea and land,\nAs soon as think the place where he would be.\nBut, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,\nTo leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,\nBut that so much of earth and water wrought,\nI must attend time’s leisure with my moan;\n    Receiving nought by elements so slow\n    But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The other two, slight air, and purging fire\".", "input": "", "output": "The other two, slight air, and purging fire\nAre both with thee, wherever I abide;\nThe first my thought, the other my desire,\nThese present-absent with swift motion slide.\nFor when these quicker elements are gone\nIn tender embassy of love to thee,\nMy life, being made of four, with two alone\nSinks down to death, oppress’d with melancholy;\nUntil life’s composition be recur’d\nBy those swift messengers return’d from thee,\nWho even but now come back again, assur’d,\nOf thy fair health, recounting it to me:\n    This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,\n    I send them back again, and straight grow sad."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,\".", "input": "", "output": "Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,\nHow to divide the conquest of thy sight;\nMine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,\nMy heart mine eye the freedom of that right.\nMy heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,\nA closet never pierced with crystal eyes;\nBut the defendant doth that plea deny,\nAnd says in him thy fair appearance lies.\nTo side this title is impannelled\nA quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;\nAnd by their verdict is determined\nThe clear eye’s moiety, and the dear heart’s part:\n    As thus; mine eye’s due is thy outward part,\n    And my heart’s right, thy inward love of heart."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,\".", "input": "", "output": "Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,\nAnd each doth good turns now unto the other:\nWhen that mine eye is famish’d for a look,\nOr heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,\nWith my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,\nAnd to the painted banquet bids my heart;\nAnother time mine eye is my heart’s guest,\nAnd in his thoughts of love doth share a part:\nSo, either by thy picture or my love,\nThyself away, art present still with me;\nFor thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,\nAnd I am still with them, and they with thee;\n    Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight\n    Awakes my heart, to heart’s and eye’s delight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How careful was I when I took my way,\".", "input": "", "output": "How careful was I when I took my way,\nEach trifle under truest bars to thrust,\nThat to my use it might unused stay\nFrom hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!\nBut thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,\nMost worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,\nThou best of dearest, and mine only care,\nArt left the prey of every vulgar thief.\nThee have I not lock’d up in any chest,\nSave where thou art not, though I feel thou art,\nWithin the gentle closure of my breast,\nFrom whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;\n    And even thence thou wilt be stol’n I fear,\n    For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Against that time, if ever that time come,\".", "input": "", "output": "Against that time, if ever that time come,\nWhen I shall see thee frown on my defects,\nWhen as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,\nCall’d to that audit by advis’d respects;\nAgainst that time when thou shalt strangely pass,\nAnd scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,\nWhen love, converted from the thing it was,\nShall reasons find of settled gravity;\nAgainst that time do I ensconce me here,\nWithin the knowledge of mine own desert,\nAnd this my hand, against my self uprear,\nTo guard the lawful reasons on thy part:\n    To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,\n    Since why to love I can allege no cause."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How heavy do I journey on the way,\".", "input": "", "output": "How heavy do I journey on the way,\nWhen what I seek, my weary travel’s end,\nDoth teach that ease and that repose to say,\n‘Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!’\nThe beast that bears me, tired with my woe,\nPlods dully on, to bear that weight in me,\nAs if by some instinct the wretch did know\nHis rider lov’d not speed, being made from thee:\nThe bloody spur cannot provoke him on,\nThat sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,\nWhich heavily he answers with a groan,\nMore sharp to me than spurring to his side;\n    For that same groan doth put this in my mind,\n    My grief lies onward, and my joy behind."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus can my love excuse the slow offence\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus can my love excuse the slow offence\nOf my dull bearer when from thee I speed:\nFrom where thou art why should I haste me thence?\nTill I return, of posting is no need.\nO! what excuse will my poor beast then find,\nWhen swift extremity can seem but slow?\nThen should I spur, though mounted on the wind,\nIn winged speed no motion shall I know,\nThen can no horse with my desire keep pace;\nTherefore desire, of perfect’st love being made,\nShall neigh no dull flesh in his fiery race,\nBut love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade:\n    ‘Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,\n    Towards thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,\".", "input": "", "output": "So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,\nCan bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,\nThe which he will not every hour survey,\nFor blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.\nTherefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,\nSince, seldom coming in that long year set,\nLike stones of worth they thinly placed are,\nOr captain jewels in the carcanet.\nSo is the time that keeps you as my chest,\nOr as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,\nTo make some special instant special-blest,\nBy new unfolding his imprison’d pride.\n    Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,\n    Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What is your substance, whereof are you made,\".", "input": "", "output": "What is your substance, whereof are you made,\nThat millions of strange shadows on you tend?\nSince every one, hath every one, one shade,\nAnd you but one, can every shadow lend.\nDescribe Adonis, and the counterfeit\nIs poorly imitated after you;\nOn Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,\nAnd you in Grecian tires are painted new:\nSpeak of the spring, and foison of the year,\nThe one doth shadow of your beauty show,\nThe other as your bounty doth appear;\nAnd you in every blessed shape we know.\n    In all external grace you have some part,\n    But you like none, none you, for constant heart."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem\".", "input": "", "output": "O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem\nBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give.\nThe rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem\nFor that sweet odour, which doth in it live.\nThe canker blooms have full as deep a dye\nAs the perfumed tincture of the roses.\nHang on such thorns, and play as wantonly\nWhen summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:\nBut, for their virtue only is their show,\nThey live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;\nDie to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;\nOf their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:\n    And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,\n    When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments\".", "input": "", "output": "Not marble, nor the gilded monuments\nOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;\nBut you shall shine more bright in these contents\nThan unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time.\nWhen wasteful war shall statues overturn,\nAnd broils root out the work of masonry,\nNor Mars his sword, nor war’s quick fire shall burn\nThe living record of your memory.\n’Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity\nShall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room\nEven in the eyes of all posterity\nThat wear this world out to the ending doom.\n    So, till the judgement that yourself arise,\n    You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said\".", "input": "", "output": "Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said\nThy edge should blunter be than appetite,\nWhich but to-day by feeding is allay’d,\nTo-morrow sharpened in his former might:\nSo, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill\nThy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,\nTo-morrow see again, and do not kill\nThe spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.\nLet this sad interim like the ocean be\nWhich parts the shore, where two contracted new\nCome daily to the banks, that when they see\nReturn of love, more blest may be the view;\n    Or call it winter, which being full of care,\n    Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Being your slave what should I do but tend,\".", "input": "", "output": "Being your slave what should I do but tend,\nUpon the hours, and times of your desire?\nI have no precious time at all to spend;\nNor services to do, till you require.\nNor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,\nWhilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,\nNor think the bitterness of absence sour,\nWhen you have bid your servant once adieu;\nNor dare I question with my jealous thought\nWhere you may be, or your affairs suppose,\nBut, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought\nSave, where you are, how happy you make those.\n    So true a fool is love, that in your will,\n    Though you do anything, he thinks no ill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That god forbid, that made me first your slave,\".", "input": "", "output": "That god forbid, that made me first your slave,\nI should in thought control your times of pleasure,\nOr at your hand the account of hours to crave,\nBeing your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!\nO! let me suffer, being at your beck,\nThe imprison’d absence of your liberty;\nAnd patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,\nWithout accusing you of injury.\nBe where you list, your charter is so strong\nThat you yourself may privilage your time\nTo what you will; to you it doth belong\nYourself to pardon of self-doing crime.\n    I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,\n    Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"If there be nothing new, but that which is\".", "input": "", "output": "If there be nothing new, but that which is\nHath been before, how are our brains beguil’d,\nWhich labouring for invention bear amiss\nThe second burthen of a former child!\nO! that record could with a backward look,\nEven of five hundred courses of the sun,\nShow me your image in some antique book,\nSince mind at first in character was done!\nThat I might see what the old world could say\nTo this composed wonder of your frame;\nWh’r we are mended, or wh’r better they,\nOr whether revolution be the same.\n    O! sure I am the wits of former days,\n    To subjects worse have given admiring praise."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,\".", "input": "", "output": "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,\nSo do our minutes hasten to their end;\nEach changing place with that which goes before,\nIn sequent toil all forwards do contend.\nNativity, once in the main of light,\nCrawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,\nCrooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight,\nAnd Time that gave doth now his gift confound.\nTime doth transfix the flourish set on youth\nAnd delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,\nFeeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,\nAnd nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:\n    And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.\n    Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Is it thy will, thy image should keep open\".", "input": "", "output": "Is it thy will, thy image should keep open\nMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?\nDost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,\nWhile shadows like to thee do mock my sight?\nIs it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee\nSo far from home into my deeds to pry,\nTo find out shames and idle hours in me,\nThe scope and tenure of thy jealousy?\nO, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:\nIt is my love that keeps mine eye awake:\nMine own true love that doth my rest defeat,\nTo play the watchman ever for thy sake:\n    For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,\n    From me far off, with others all too near."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye\".", "input": "", "output": "Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye\nAnd all my soul, and all my every part;\nAnd for this sin there is no remedy,\nIt is so grounded inward in my heart.\nMethinks no face so gracious is as mine,\nNo shape so true, no truth of such account;\nAnd for myself mine own worth do define,\nAs I all other in all worths surmount.\nBut when my glass shows me myself indeed\nBeated and chopp’d with tanned antiquity,\nMine own self-love quite contrary I read;\nSelf so self-loving were iniquity.\n    ’Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,\n    Painting my age with beauty of thy days."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Against my love shall be as I am now,\".", "input": "", "output": "Against my love shall be as I am now,\nWith Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’erworn;\nWhen hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow\nWith lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn\nHath travell’d on to age’s steepy night;\nAnd all those beauties whereof now he’s king\nAre vanishing, or vanished out of sight,\nStealing away the treasure of his spring;\nFor such a time do I now fortify\nAgainst confounding age’s cruel knife,\nThat he shall never cut from memory\nMy sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life:\n    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,\n    And they shall live, and he in them still green."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d\".", "input": "", "output": "When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d\nThe rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;\nWhen sometime lofty towers I see down-raz’d,\nAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;\nWhen I have seen the hungry ocean gain\nAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,\nAnd the firm soil win of the watery main,\nIncreasing store with loss, and loss with store;\nWhen I have seen such interchange of state,\nOr state itself confounded, to decay;\nRuin hath taught me thus to ruminate:\nThat Time will come and take my love away.\n    This thought is as a death which cannot choose\n    But weep to have, that which it fears to lose."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,\".", "input": "", "output": "Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,\nBut sad mortality o’ersways their power,\nHow with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,\nWhose action is no stronger than a flower?\nO! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,\nAgainst the wrackful siege of battering days,\nWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,\nNor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?\nO fearful meditation! where, alack,\nShall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?\nOr what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?\nOr who his spoil of beauty can forbid?\n    O! none, unless this miracle have might,\n    That in black ink my love may still shine bright."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:\".", "input": "", "output": "Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:\nAs to behold desert a beggar born,\nAnd needy nothing trimm’d in jollity,\nAnd purest faith unhappily forsworn,\nAnd gilded honour shamefully misplac’d,\nAnd maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,\nAnd right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d,\nAnd strength by limping sway disabled\nAnd art made tongue-tied by authority,\nAnd folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,\nAnd simple truth miscall’d simplicity,\nAnd captive good attending captain ill:\n    Tir’d with all these, from these would I be gone,\n    Save that, to die, I leave my love alone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,\".", "input": "", "output": "Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,\nAnd with his presence grace impiety,\nThat sin by him advantage should achieve,\nAnd lace itself with his society?\nWhy should false painting imitate his cheek,\nAnd steel dead seeming of his living hue?\nWhy should poor beauty indirectly seek\nRoses of shadow, since his rose is true?\nWhy should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,\nBeggar’d of blood to blush through lively veins?\nFor she hath no exchequer now but his,\nAnd proud of many, lives upon his gains.\n    O! him she stores, to show what wealth she had\n    In days long since, before these last so bad."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,\nWhen beauty lived and died as flowers do now,\nBefore these bastard signs of fair were born,\nOr durst inhabit on a living brow;\nBefore the golden tresses of the dead,\nThe right of sepulchres, were shorn away,\nTo live a second life on second head;\nEre beauty’s dead fleece made another gay:\nIn him those holy antique hours are seen,\nWithout all ornament, itself and true,\nMaking no summer of another’s green,\nRobbing no old to dress his beauty new;\n    And him as for a map doth Nature store,\n    To show false Art what beauty was of yore."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view\".", "input": "", "output": "Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view\nWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;\nAll tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,\nUttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.\nThy outward thus with outward praise is crown’d;\nBut those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,\nIn other accents do this praise confound\nBy seeing farther than the eye hath shown.\nThey look into the beauty of thy mind,\nAnd that in guess they measure by thy deeds;\nThen churls their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,\nTo thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:\n    But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,\n    The soil is this, that thou dost common grow."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That thou art blam’d shall not be thy defect,\".", "input": "", "output": "That thou art blam’d shall not be thy defect,\nFor slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;\nThe ornament of beauty is suspect,\nA crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.\nSo thou be good, slander doth but approve\nThy worth the greater being woo’d of time;\nFor canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,\nAnd thou present’st a pure unstained prime.\nThou hast passed by the ambush of young days\nEither not assail’d, or victor being charg’d;\nYet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,\nTo tie up envy, evermore enlarg’d,\n    If some suspect of ill mask’d not thy show,\n    Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"No longer mourn for me when I am dead\".", "input": "", "output": "No longer mourn for me when I am dead\nThan you shall hear the surly sullen bell\nGive warning to the world that I am fled\nFrom this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:\nNay, if you read this line, remember not\nThe hand that writ it, for I love you so,\nThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,\nIf thinking on me then should make you woe.\nO if, I say, you look upon this verse,\nWhen I perhaps compounded am with clay,\nDo not so much as my poor name rehearse;\nBut let your love even with my life decay;\n    Lest the wise world should look into your moan,\n    And mock you with me after I am gone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! lest the world should task you to recite\".", "input": "", "output": "O! lest the world should task you to recite\nWhat merit lived in me, that you should love\nAfter my death, dear love, forget me quite,\nFor you in me can nothing worthy prove;\nUnless you would devise some virtuous lie,\nTo do more for me than mine own desert,\nAnd hang more praise upon deceased I\nThan niggard truth would willingly impart:\nO! lest your true love may seem false in this\nThat you for love speak well of me untrue,\nMy name be buried where my body is,\nAnd live no more to shame nor me nor you.\n    For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,\n    And so should you, to love things nothing worth."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That time of year thou mayst in me behold\".", "input": "", "output": "That time of year thou mayst in me behold\nWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang\nUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,\nBare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.\nIn me thou see’st the twilight of such day\nAs after sunset fadeth in the west;\nWhich by and by black night doth take away,\nDeath’s second self, that seals up all in rest.\nIn me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,\nThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,\nAs the death-bed, whereon it must expire,\nConsum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.\n    This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,\n    To love that well, which thou must leave ere long."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But be contented: when that fell arrest\".", "input": "", "output": "But be contented: when that fell arrest\nWithout all bail shall carry me away,\nMy life hath in this line some interest,\nWhich for memorial still with thee shall stay.\nWhen thou reviewest this, thou dost review\nThe very part was consecrate to thee:\nThe earth can have but earth, which is his due;\nMy spirit is thine, the better part of me:\nSo then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,\nThe prey of worms, my body being dead;\nThe coward conquest of a wretch’s knife,\nToo base of thee to be remembered.\n    The worth of that is that which it contains,\n    And that is this, and this with thee remains."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So are you to my thoughts as food to life,\".", "input": "", "output": "So are you to my thoughts as food to life,\nOr as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;\nAnd for the peace of you I hold such strife\nAs ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found.\nNow proud as an enjoyer, and anon\nDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure;\nNow counting best to be with you alone,\nThen better’d that the world may see my pleasure:\nSometime all full with feasting on your sight,\nAnd by and by clean starved for a look;\nPossessing or pursuing no delight,\nSave what is had, or must from you be took.\n    Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,\n    Or gluttoning on all, or all away."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Why is my verse so barren of new pride,\".", "input": "", "output": "Why is my verse so barren of new pride,\nSo far from variation or quick change?\nWhy with the time do I not glance aside\nTo new-found methods, and to compounds strange?\nWhy write I still all one, ever the same,\nAnd keep invention in a noted weed,\nThat every word doth almost tell my name,\nShowing their birth, and where they did proceed?\nO! know sweet love I always write of you,\nAnd you and love are still my argument;\nSo all my best is dressing old words new,\nSpending again what is already spent:\n    For as the sun is daily new and old,\n    So is my love still telling what is told."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,\nThy dial how thy precious minutes waste;\nThese vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear,\nAnd of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.\nThe wrinkles which thy glass will truly show\nOf mouthed graves will give thee memory;\nThou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know\nTime’s thievish progress to eternity.\nLook! what thy memory cannot contain,\nCommit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find\nThose children nursed, deliver’d from thy brain,\nTo take a new acquaintance of thy mind.\n    These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,\n    Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,\".", "input": "", "output": "So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,\nAnd found such fair assistance in my verse\nAs every alien pen hath got my use\nAnd under thee their poesy disperse.\nThine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing\nAnd heavy ignorance aloft to fly,\nHave added feathers to the learned’s wing\nAnd given grace a double majesty.\nYet be most proud of that which I compile,\nWhose influence is thine, and born of thee:\nIn others’ works thou dost but mend the style,\nAnd arts with thy sweet graces graced be;\n    But thou art all my art, and dost advance\n    As high as learning, my rude ignorance."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,\".", "input": "", "output": "Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,\nMy verse alone had all thy gentle grace;\nBut now my gracious numbers are decay’d,\nAnd my sick Muse doth give an other place.\nI grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument\nDeserves the travail of a worthier pen;\nYet what of thee thy poet doth invent\nHe robs thee of, and pays it thee again.\nHe lends thee virtue, and he stole that word\nFrom thy behaviour; beauty doth he give,\nAnd found it in thy cheek: he can afford\nNo praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.\n    Then thank him not for that which he doth say,\n    Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O how I faint when I of you do write,\".", "input": "", "output": "O how I faint when I of you do write,\nKnowing a better spirit doth use your name,\nAnd in the praise thereof spends all his might,\nTo make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!\nBut since your worth, wide as the ocean is,\nThe humble as the proudest sail doth bear,\nMy saucy bark, inferior far to his,\nOn your broad main doth wilfully appear.\nYour shallowest help will hold me up afloat,\nWhilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;\nOr, being wrack’d, I am a worthless boat,\nHe of tall building, and of goodly pride:\n    Then if he thrive and I be cast away,\n    The worst was this: my love was my decay."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Or I shall live your epitaph to make,\".", "input": "", "output": "Or I shall live your epitaph to make,\nOr you survive when I in earth am rotten;\nFrom hence your memory death cannot take,\nAlthough in me each part will be forgotten.\nYour name from hence immortal life shall have,\nThough I, once gone, to all the world must die:\nThe earth can yield me but a common grave,\nWhen you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie.\nYour monument shall be my gentle verse,\nWhich eyes not yet created shall o’er-read;\nAnd tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,\nWhen all the breathers of this world are dead;\n    You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,\n    Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,\".", "input": "", "output": "I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,\nAnd therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook\nThe dedicated words which writers use\nOf their fair subject, blessing every book.\nThou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,\nFinding thy worth a limit past my praise;\nAnd therefore art enforced to seek anew\nSome fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.\nAnd do so, love; yet when they have devis’d,\nWhat strained touches rhetoric can lend,\nThou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz’d\nIn true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;\n    And their gross painting might be better us’d\n    Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"I never saw that you did painting need,\".", "input": "", "output": "I never saw that you did painting need,\nAnd therefore to your fair no painting set;\nI found, or thought I found, you did exceed\nThat barren tender of a poet’s debt:\nAnd therefore have I slept in your report,\nThat you yourself, being extant, well might show\nHow far a modern quill doth come too short,\nSpeaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.\nThis silence for my sin you did impute,\nWhich shall be most my glory being dumb;\nFor I impair not beauty being mute,\nWhen others would give life, and bring a tomb.\n    There lives more life in one of your fair eyes\n    Than both your poets can in praise devise."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Who is it that says most, which can say more,\".", "input": "", "output": "Who is it that says most, which can say more,\nThan this rich praise: that you alone are you,\nIn whose confine immured is the store\nWhich should example where your equal grew.\nLean penury within that pen doth dwell\nThat to his subject lends not some small glory;\nBut he that writes of you, if he can tell\nThat you are you, so dignifies his story,\nLet him but copy what in you is writ,\nNot making worse what nature made so clear,\nAnd such a counterpart shall fame his wit,\nMaking his style admired every where.\n    You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,\n    Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,\".", "input": "", "output": "My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,\nWhile comments of your praise richly compil’d,\nReserve their character with golden quill,\nAnd precious phrase by all the Muses fil’d.\nI think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,\nAnd like unlettered clerk still cry ‘Amen’\nTo every hymn that able spirit affords,\nIn polish’d form of well-refined pen.\nHearing you praised, I say ‘’tis so, ’tis true,’\nAnd to the most of praise add something more;\nBut that is in my thought, whose love to you,\nThough words come hindmost, holds his rank before.\n    Then others, for the breath of words respect,\n    Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,\".", "input": "", "output": "Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,\nBound for the prize of all too precious you,\nThat did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,\nMaking their tomb the womb wherein they grew?\nWas it his spirit, by spirits taught to write,\nAbove a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?\nNo, neither he, nor his compeers by night\nGiving him aid, my verse astonished.\nHe, nor that affable familiar ghost\nWhich nightly gulls him with intelligence,\nAs victors of my silence cannot boast;\nI was not sick of any fear from thence:\n    But when your countenance fill’d up his line,\n    Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,\".", "input": "", "output": "Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,\nAnd like enough thou know’st thy estimate,\nThe charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;\nMy bonds in thee are all determinate.\nFor how do I hold thee but by thy granting?\nAnd for that riches where is my deserving?\nThe cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,\nAnd so my patent back again is swerving.\nThyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,\nOr me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;\nSo thy great gift, upon misprision growing,\nComes home again, on better judgement making.\n    Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,\n    In sleep a king, but waking no such matter."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light,\".", "input": "", "output": "When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light,\nAnd place my merit in the eye of scorn,\nUpon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,\nAnd prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.\nWith mine own weakness, being best acquainted,\nUpon thy part I can set down a story\nOf faults conceal’d, wherein I am attainted;\nThat thou in losing me shalt win much glory:\nAnd I by this will be a gainer too;\nFor bending all my loving thoughts on thee,\nThe injuries that to myself I do,\nDoing thee vantage, double-vantage me.\n    Such is my love, to thee I so belong,\n    That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,\".", "input": "", "output": "Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,\nAnd I will comment upon that offence:\nSpeak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,\nAgainst thy reasons making no defence.\nThou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,\nTo set a form upon desired change,\nAs I’ll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,\nI will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;\nBe absent from thy walks; and in my tongue\nThy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,\nLest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,\nAnd haply of our old acquaintance tell.\n    For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate,\n    For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;\".", "input": "", "output": "Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;\nNow, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,\nJoin with the spite of fortune, make me bow,\nAnd do not drop in for an after-loss:\nAh! do not, when my heart hath ’scap’d this sorrow,\nCome in the rearward of a conquer’d woe;\nGive not a windy night a rainy morrow,\nTo linger out a purpos’d overthrow.\nIf thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,\nWhen other petty griefs have done their spite,\nBut in the onset come: so shall I taste\nAt first the very worst of fortune’s might;\n    And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,\n    Compar’d with loss of thee, will not seem so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,\".", "input": "", "output": "Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,\nSome in their wealth, some in their body’s force,\nSome in their garments though new-fangled ill;\nSome in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;\nAnd every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,\nWherein it finds a joy above the rest:\nBut these particulars are not my measure,\nAll these I better in one general best.\nThy love is better than high birth to me,\nRicher than wealth, prouder than garments’ costs,\nOf more delight than hawks and horses be;\nAnd having thee, of all men’s pride I boast:\n    Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take\n    All this away, and me most wretched make."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But do thy worst to steal thyself away,\".", "input": "", "output": "But do thy worst to steal thyself away,\nFor term of life thou art assured mine;\nAnd life no longer than thy love will stay,\nFor it depends upon that love of thine.\nThen need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,\nWhen in the least of them my life hath end.\nI see a better state to me belongs\nThan that which on thy humour doth depend:\nThou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,\nSince that my life on thy revolt doth lie.\nO! what a happy title do I find,\nHappy to have thy love, happy to die!\n    But what’s so blessed-fair that fears no blot?\n    Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So shall I live, supposing thou art true,\".", "input": "", "output": "So shall I live, supposing thou art true,\nLike a deceived husband; so love’s face\nMay still seem love to me, though alter’d new;\nThy looks with me, thy heart in other place:\nFor there can live no hatred in thine eye,\nTherefore in that I cannot know thy change.\nIn many’s looks, the false heart’s history\nIs writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange.\nBut heaven in thy creation did decree\nThat in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;\nWhate’er thy thoughts, or thy heart’s workings be,\nThy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.\n    How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow,\n    If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"They that have power to hurt, and will do none,\".", "input": "", "output": "They that have power to hurt, and will do none,\nThat do not do the thing they most do show,\nWho, moving others, are themselves as stone,\nUnmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;\nThey rightly do inherit heaven’s graces,\nAnd husband nature’s riches from expense;\nThey are the lords and owners of their faces,\nOthers, but stewards of their excellence.\nThe summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,\nThough to itself, it only live and die,\nBut if that flower with base infection meet,\nThe basest weed outbraves his dignity:\n    For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;\n    Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame\".", "input": "", "output": "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame\nWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,\nDoth spot the beauty of thy budding name!\nO! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.\nThat tongue that tells the story of thy days,\nMaking lascivious comments on thy sport,\nCannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;\nNaming thy name, blesses an ill report.\nO! what a mansion have those vices got\nWhich for their habitation chose out thee,\nWhere beauty’s veil doth cover every blot\nAnd all things turns to fair that eyes can see!\n    Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;\n    The hardest knife ill-us’d doth lose his edge."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;\".", "input": "", "output": "Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;\nSome say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;\nBoth grace and faults are lov’d of more and less:\nThou mak’st faults graces that to thee resort.\nAs on the finger of a throned queen\nThe basest jewel will be well esteem’d,\nSo are those errors that in thee are seen\nTo truths translated, and for true things deem’d.\nHow many lambs might the stern wolf betray,\nIf like a lamb he could his looks translate!\nHow many gazers mightst thou lead away,\nIf thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!\n    But do not so; I love thee in such sort,\n    As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How like a winter hath my absence been\".", "input": "", "output": "How like a winter hath my absence been\nFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!\nWhat freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!\nWhat old December’s bareness everywhere!\nAnd yet this time removed was summer’s time;\nThe teeming autumn, big with rich increase,\nBearing the wanton burden of the prime,\nLike widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:\nYet this abundant issue seem’d to me\nBut hope of orphans, and unfather’d fruit;\nFor summer and his pleasures wait on thee,\nAnd, thou away, the very birds are mute:\n    Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,\n    That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"From you have I been absent in the spring,\".", "input": "", "output": "From you have I been absent in the spring,\nWhen proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,\nHath put a spirit of youth in every thing,\nThat heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.\nYet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell\nOf different flowers in odour and in hue,\nCould make me any summer’s story tell,\nOr from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:\nNor did I wonder at the lily’s white,\nNor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;\nThey were but sweet, but figures of delight,\nDrawn after you, you pattern of all those.\n    Yet seem’d it winter still, and you away,\n    As with your shadow I with these did play."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The forward violet thus did I chide:\".", "input": "", "output": "The forward violet thus did I chide:\nSweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,\nIf not from my love’s breath? The purple pride\nWhich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells\nIn my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dy’d.\nThe lily I condemned for thy hand,\nAnd buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair;\nThe roses fearfully on thorns did stand,\nOne blushing shame, another white despair;\nA third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both,\nAnd to his robbery had annex’d thy breath;\nBut, for his theft, in pride of all his growth\nA vengeful canker eat him up to death.\n    More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,\n    But sweet, or colour it had stol’n from thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,\".", "input": "", "output": "Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,\nTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?\nSpend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,\nDarkening thy power to lend base subjects light?\nReturn forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,\nIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;\nSing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem\nAnd gives thy pen both skill and argument.\nRise, resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,\nIf Time have any wrinkle graven there;\nIf any, be a satire to decay,\nAnd make time’s spoils despised every where.\n    Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,\n    So thou prevent’st his scythe and crooked knife."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O truant Muse what shall be thy amends\".", "input": "", "output": "O truant Muse what shall be thy amends\nFor thy neglect of truth in beauty dy’d?\nBoth truth and beauty on my love depends;\nSo dost thou too, and therein dignified.\nMake answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say,\n‘Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix’d;\nBeauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay;\nBut best is best, if never intermix’d’?\nBecause he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?\nExcuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee\nTo make him much outlive a gilded tomb\nAnd to be prais’d of ages yet to be.\n    Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how\n    To make him seem long hence as he shows now."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;\".", "input": "", "output": "My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;\nI love not less, though less the show appear;\nThat love is merchandiz’d, whose rich esteeming,\nThe owner’s tongue doth publish every where.\nOur love was new, and then but in the spring,\nWhen I was wont to greet it with my lays;\nAs Philomel in summer’s front doth sing,\nAnd stops her pipe in growth of riper days:\nNot that the summer is less pleasant now\nThan when her mournful hymns did hush the night,\nBut that wild music burthens every bough,\nAnd sweets grown common lose their dear delight.\n    Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:\n    Because I would not dull you with my song."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,\".", "input": "", "output": "Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,\nThat having such a scope to show her pride,\nThe argument, all bare, is of more worth\nThan when it hath my added praise beside!\nO! blame me not, if I no more can write!\nLook in your glass, and there appears a face\nThat over-goes my blunt invention quite,\nDulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.\nWere it not sinful then, striving to mend,\nTo mar the subject that before was well?\nFor to no other pass my verses tend\nThan of your graces and your gifts to tell;\n    And more, much more, than in my verse can sit,\n    Your own glass shows you when you look in it."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,\".", "input": "", "output": "To me, fair friend, you never can be old,\nFor as you were when first your eye I ey’d,\nSuch seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,\nHave from the forests shook three summers’ pride,\nThree beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d,\nIn process of the seasons have I seen,\nThree April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,\nSince first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.\nAh! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,\nSteal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d;\nSo your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,\nHath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d:\n    For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:\n    Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let not my love be call’d idolatry,\".", "input": "", "output": "Let not my love be call’d idolatry,\nNor my beloved as an idol show,\nSince all alike my songs and praises be\nTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.\nKind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,\nStill constant in a wondrous excellence;\nTherefore my verse to constancy confin’d,\nOne thing expressing, leaves out difference.\n‘Fair, kind, and true,’ is all my argument,\n‘Fair, kind, and true,’ varying to other words;\nAnd in this change is my invention spent,\nThree themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.\n    Fair, kind, and true, have often liv’d alone,\n    Which three till now, never kept seat in one."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When in the chronicle of wasted time\".", "input": "", "output": "When in the chronicle of wasted time\nI see descriptions of the fairest wights,\nAnd beauty making beautiful old rime,\nIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,\nThen, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,\nOf hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,\nI see their antique pen would have express’d\nEven such a beauty as you master now.\nSo all their praises are but prophecies\nOf this our time, all you prefiguring;\nAnd for they looked but with divining eyes,\nThey had not skill enough your worth to sing:\n    For we, which now behold these present days,\n    Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul\".", "input": "", "output": "Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul\nOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,\nCan yet the lease of my true love control,\nSupposed as forfeit to a confin’d doom.\nThe mortal moon hath her eclipse endur’d,\nAnd the sad augurs mock their own presage;\nIncertainties now crown themselves assur’d,\nAnd peace proclaims olives of endless age.\nNow with the drops of this most balmy time,\nMy love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,\nSince, spite of him, I’ll live in this poor rime,\nWhile he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes:\n    And thou in this shalt find thy monument,\n    When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What’s in the brain, that ink may character,\".", "input": "", "output": "What’s in the brain, that ink may character,\nWhich hath not figur’d to thee my true spirit?\nWhat’s new to speak, what now to register,\nThat may express my love, or thy dear merit?\nNothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,\nI must each day say o’er the very same;\nCounting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,\nEven as when first I hallow’d thy fair name.\nSo that eternal love in love’s fresh case,\nWeighs not the dust and injury of age,\nNor gives to necessary wrinkles place,\nBut makes antiquity for aye his page;\n    Finding the first conceit of love there bred,\n    Where time and outward form would show it dead."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! never say that I was false of heart,\".", "input": "", "output": "O! never say that I was false of heart,\nThough absence seem’d my flame to qualify,\nAs easy might I from my self depart\nAs from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:\nThat is my home of love: if I have rang’d,\nLike him that travels, I return again;\nJust to the time, not with the time exchang’d,\nSo that myself bring water for my stain.\nNever believe though in my nature reign’d,\nAll frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,\nThat it could so preposterously be stain’d,\nTo leave for nothing all thy sum of good;\n    For nothing this wide universe I call,\n    Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there,\".", "input": "", "output": "Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there,\nAnd made my self a motley to the view,\nGor’d mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,\nMade old offences of affections new;\nMost true it is, that I have look’d on truth\nAskance and strangely; but, by all above,\nThese blenches gave my heart another youth,\nAnd worse essays prov’d thee my best of love.\nNow all is done, save what shall have no end:\nMine appetite I never more will grind\nOn newer proof, to try an older friend,\nA god in love, to whom I am confin’d.\n    Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,\n    Even to thy pure and most most loving breast."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,\".", "input": "", "output": "O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,\nThe guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,\nThat did not better for my life provide\nThan public means which public manners breeds.\nThence comes it that my name receives a brand,\nAnd almost thence my nature is subdu’d\nTo what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:\nPity me, then, and wish I were renew’d;\nWhilst, like a willing patient, I will drink,\nPotions of eisel ’gainst my strong infection;\nNo bitterness that I will bitter think,\nNor double penance, to correct correction.\n    Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye,\n    Even that your pity is enough to cure me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Your love and pity doth the impression fill,\".", "input": "", "output": "Your love and pity doth the impression fill,\nWhich vulgar scandal stamp’d upon my brow;\nFor what care I who calls me well or ill,\nSo you o’er-green my bad, my good allow?\nYou are my all-the-world, and I must strive\nTo know my shames and praises from your tongue;\nNone else to me, nor I to none alive,\nThat my steel’d sense or changes right or wrong.\nIn so profound abysm I throw all care\nOf others’ voices, that my adder’s sense\nTo critic and to flatterer stopped are.\nMark how with my neglect I do dispense:\n    You are so strongly in my purpose bred,\n    That all the world besides methinks are dead."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;\".", "input": "", "output": "Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;\nAnd that which governs me to go about\nDoth part his function and is partly blind,\nSeems seeing, but effectually is out;\nFor it no form delivers to the heart\nOf bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:\nOf his quick objects hath the mind no part,\nNor his own vision holds what it doth catch;\nFor if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,\nThe most sweet favour or deformed’st creature,\nThe mountain or the sea, the day or night:\nThe crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.\n    Incapable of more, replete with you,\n    My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you,\".", "input": "", "output": "Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you,\nDrink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?\nOr whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,\nAnd that your love taught it this alchemy,\nTo make of monsters and things indigest\nSuch cherubins as your sweet self resemble,\nCreating every bad a perfect best,\nAs fast as objects to his beams assemble?\nO! ’tis the first, ’tis flattery in my seeing,\nAnd my great mind most kingly drinks it up:\nMine eye well knows what with his gust is ’greeing,\nAnd to his palate doth prepare the cup:\n    If it be poison’d, ’tis the lesser sin\n    That mine eye loves it and doth first begin."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those lines that I before have writ do lie,\".", "input": "", "output": "Those lines that I before have writ do lie,\nEven those that said I could not love you dearer:\nYet then my judgement knew no reason why\nMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.\nBut reckoning Time, whose million’d accidents\nCreep in ’twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,\nTan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,\nDivert strong minds to the course of altering things;\nAlas! why fearing of Time’s tyranny,\nMight I not then say, ‘Now I love you best,’\nWhen I was certain o’er incertainty,\nCrowning the present, doubting of the rest?\n    Love is a babe, then might I not say so,\n    To give full growth to that which still doth grow?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let me not to the marriage of true minds\".", "input": "", "output": "Let me not to the marriage of true minds\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,\nOr bends with the remover to remove:\nO, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;\nIt is the star to every wandering bark,\nWhose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.\nLove’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks\nWithin his bending sickle’s compass come;\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.\n    If this be error and upon me prov’d,\n    I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,\".", "input": "", "output": "Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,\nWherein I should your great deserts repay,\nForgot upon your dearest love to call,\nWhereto all bonds do tie me day by day;\nThat I have frequent been with unknown minds,\nAnd given to time your own dear-purchas’d right;\nThat I have hoisted sail to all the winds\nWhich should transport me farthest from your sight.\nBook both my wilfulness and errors down,\nAnd on just proof surmise, accumulate;\nBring me within the level of your frown,\nBut shoot not at me in your waken’d hate;\n    Since my appeal says I did strive to prove\n    The constancy and virtue of your love."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Like as, to make our appetite more keen,\".", "input": "", "output": "Like as, to make our appetite more keen,\nWith eager compounds we our palate urge;\nAs, to prevent our maladies unseen,\nWe sicken to shun sickness when we purge;\nEven so, being full of your ne’er-cloying sweetness,\nTo bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;\nAnd, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness\nTo be diseas’d, ere that there was true needing.\nThus policy in love, to anticipate\nThe ills that were not, grew to faults assur’d,\nAnd brought to medicine a healthful state\nWhich, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur’d;\n    But thence I learn and find the lesson true,\n    Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,\".", "input": "", "output": "What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,\nDistill’d from limbecks foul as hell within,\nApplying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,\nStill losing when I saw myself to win!\nWhat wretched errors hath my heart committed,\nWhilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!\nHow have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,\nIn the distraction of this madding fever!\nO benefit of ill! now I find true\nThat better is, by evil still made better;\nAnd ruin’d love, when it is built anew,\nGrows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.\n    So I return rebuk’d to my content,\n    And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That you were once unkind befriends me now,\".", "input": "", "output": "That you were once unkind befriends me now,\nAnd for that sorrow, which I then did feel,\nNeeds must I under my transgression bow,\nUnless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.\nFor if you were by my unkindness shaken,\nAs I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time;\nAnd I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken\nTo weigh how once I suffer’d in your crime.\nO! that our night of woe might have remember’d\nMy deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,\nAnd soon to you, as you to me, then tender’d\nThe humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!\n    But that your trespass now becomes a fee;\n    Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d,\nWhen not to be receives reproach of being;\nAnd the just pleasure lost, which is so deem’d\nNot by our feeling, but by others’ seeing:\nFor why should others’ false adulterate eyes\nGive salutation to my sportive blood?\nOr on my frailties why are frailer spies,\nWhich in their wills count bad what I think good?\nNo, I am that I am, and they that level\nAt my abuses reckon up their own:\nI may be straight though they themselves be bevel;\nBy their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;\n    Unless this general evil they maintain,\n    All men are bad and in their badness reign."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain\".", "input": "", "output": "Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain\nFull character’d with lasting memory,\nWhich shall above that idle rank remain,\nBeyond all date; even to eternity:\nOr, at the least, so long as brain and heart\nHave faculty by nature to subsist;\nTill each to raz’d oblivion yield his part\nOf thee, thy record never can be miss’d.\nThat poor retention could not so much hold,\nNor need I tallies thy dear love to score;\nTherefore to give them from me was I bold,\nTo trust those tables that receive thee more:\n    To keep an adjunct to remember thee\n    Were to import forgetfulness in me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:\".", "input": "", "output": "No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:\nThy pyramids built up with newer might\nTo me are nothing novel, nothing strange;\nThey are but dressings of a former sight.\nOur dates are brief, and therefore we admire\nWhat thou dost foist upon us that is old;\nAnd rather make them born to our desire\nThan think that we before have heard them told.\nThy registers and thee I both defy,\nNot wondering at the present nor the past,\nFor thy records and what we see doth lie,\nMade more or less by thy continual haste.\n    This I do vow and this shall ever be;\n    I will be true despite thy scythe and thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"If my dear love were but the child of state,\".", "input": "", "output": "If my dear love were but the child of state,\nIt might for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d,\nAs subject to Time’s love or to Time’s hate,\nWeeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather’d.\nNo, it was builded far from accident;\nIt suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls\nUnder the blow of thralled discontent,\nWhereto th’ inviting time our fashion calls:\nIt fears not policy, that heretic,\nWhich works on leases of short-number’d hours,\nBut all alone stands hugely politic,\nThat it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.\n    To this I witness call the fools of time,\n    Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,\".", "input": "", "output": "Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,\nWith my extern the outward honouring,\nOr laid great bases for eternity,\nWhich proves more short than waste or ruining?\nHave I not seen dwellers on form and favour\nLose all and more by paying too much rent\nFor compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,\nPitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?\nNo; let me be obsequious in thy heart,\nAnd take thou my oblation, poor but free,\nWhich is not mix’d with seconds, knows no art,\nBut mutual render, only me for thee.\n    Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul\n    When most impeach’d, stands least in thy control."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power\".", "input": "", "output": "O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power\nDost hold Time’s fickle glass, his fickle hour;\nWho hast by waning grown, and therein show’st\nThy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st.\nIf Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,\nAs thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,\nShe keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill\nMay time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.\nYet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!\nShe may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:\n    Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,\n    And her quietus is to render thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In the old age black was not counted fair,\".", "input": "", "output": "In the old age black was not counted fair,\nOr if it were, it bore not beauty’s name;\nBut now is black beauty’s successive heir,\nAnd beauty slander’d with a bastard shame:\nFor since each hand hath put on Nature’s power,\nFairing the foul with Art’s false borrowed face,\nSweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,\nBut is profan’d, if not lives in disgrace.\nTherefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,\nHer eyes so suited, and they mourners seem\nAt such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,\nSland’ring creation with a false esteem:\n    Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,\n    That every tongue says beauty should look so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,\".", "input": "", "output": "How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,\nUpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds\nWith thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st\nThe wiry concord that mine ear confounds,\nDo I envy those jacks that nimble leap,\nTo kiss the tender inward of thy hand,\nWhilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,\nAt the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!\nTo be so tickled, they would change their state\nAnd situation with those dancing chips,\nO’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,\nMaking dead wood more bless’d than living lips.\n    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,\n    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The expense of spirit in a waste of shame\".", "input": "", "output": "The expense of spirit in a waste of shame\nIs lust in action: and till action, lust\nIs perjur’d, murderous, bloody, full of blame,\nSavage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;\nEnjoy’d no sooner but despised straight;\nPast reason hunted; and no sooner had,\nPast reason hated, as a swallow’d bait,\nOn purpose laid to make the taker mad:\nMad in pursuit and in possession so;\nHad, having, and in quest, to have extreme;\nA bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;\nBefore, a joy propos’d; behind a dream.\n    All this the world well knows; yet none knows well\n    To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;\".", "input": "", "output": "My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;\nCoral is far more red, than her lips red:\nIf snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;\nIf hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.\nI have seen roses damask’d, red and white,\nBut no such roses see I in her cheeks;\nAnd in some perfumes is there more delight\nThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.\nI love to hear her speak, yet well I know\nThat music hath a far more pleasing sound:\nI grant I never saw a goddess go;\nMy mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:\n    And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,\n    As any she belied with false compare."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,\nAs those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;\nFor well thou know’st to my dear doting heart\nThou art the fairest and most precious jewel.\nYet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,\nThy face hath not the power to make love groan;\nTo say they err I dare not be so bold,\nAlthough I swear it to myself alone.\nAnd to be sure that is not false I swear,\nA thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,\nOne on another’s neck, do witness bear\nThy black is fairest in my judgement’s place.\n    In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,\n    And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,\nKnowing thy heart torment me with disdain,\nHave put on black and loving mourners be,\nLooking with pretty ruth upon my pain.\nAnd truly not the morning sun of heaven\nBetter becomes the grey cheeks of the east,\nNor that full star that ushers in the even,\nDoth half that glory to the sober west,\nAs those two mourning eyes become thy face:\nO! let it then as well beseem thy heart\nTo mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,\nAnd suit thy pity like in every part.\n    Then will I swear beauty herself is black,\n    And all they foul that thy complexion lack."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan\".", "input": "", "output": "Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan\nFor that deep wound it gives my friend and me!\nIs’t not enough to torture me alone,\nBut slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?\nMe from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,\nAnd my next self thou harder hast engross’d:\nOf him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;\nA torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross’d:\nPrison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,\nBut then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail;\nWhoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;\nThou canst not then use rigour in my jail:\n    And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,\n    Perforce am thine, and all that is in me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So, now I have confess’d that he is thine,\".", "input": "", "output": "So, now I have confess’d that he is thine,\nAnd I my self am mortgag’d to thy will,\nMyself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine\nThou wilt restore to be my comfort still:\nBut thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,\nFor thou art covetous, and he is kind;\nHe learn’d but surety-like to write for me,\nUnder that bond that him as fast doth bind.\nThe statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,\nThou usurer, that putt’st forth all to use,\nAnd sue a friend came debtor for my sake;\nSo him I lose through my unkind abuse.\n    Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:\n    He pays the whole, and yet am I not free."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’\".", "input": "", "output": "Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’\nAnd ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in over-plus;\nMore than enough am I that vex’d thee still,\nTo thy sweet will making addition thus.\nWilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,\nNot once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?\nShall will in others seem right gracious,\nAnd in my will no fair acceptance shine?\nThe sea, all water, yet receives rain still,\nAnd in abundance addeth to his store;\nSo thou, being rich in ‘Will,’ add to thy ‘Will’\nOne will of mine, to make thy large will more.\n    Let no unkind ‘No’ fair beseechers kill;\n    Think all but one, and me in that one ‘Will.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"If thy soul check thee that I come so near,\".", "input": "", "output": "If thy soul check thee that I come so near,\nSwear to thy blind soul that I was thy ‘Will’,\nAnd will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;\nThus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.\n‘Will’, will fulfil the treasure of thy love,\nAy, fill it full with wills, and my will one.\nIn things of great receipt with ease we prove\nAmong a number one is reckon’d none:\nThen in the number let me pass untold,\nThough in thy store’s account I one must be;\nFor nothing hold me, so it please thee hold\nThat nothing me, a something sweet to thee:\n    Make but my name thy love, and love that still,\n    And then thou lov’st me for my name is ‘Will.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,\nThat they behold, and see not what they see?\nThey know what beauty is, see where it lies,\nYet what the best is take the worst to be.\nIf eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,\nBe anchor’d in the bay where all men ride,\nWhy of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forged hooks,\nWhereto the judgement of my heart is tied?\nWhy should my heart think that a several plot,\nWhich my heart knows the wide world’s common place?\nOr mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,\nTo put fair truth upon so foul a face?\n    In things right true my heart and eyes have err’d,\n    And to this false plague are they now transferr’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When my love swears that she is made of truth,\".", "input": "", "output": "When my love swears that she is made of truth,\nI do believe her though I know she lies,\nThat she might think me some untutor’d youth,\nUnlearned in the world’s false subtleties.\nThus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,\nAlthough she knows my days are past the best,\nSimply I credit her false-speaking tongue:\nOn both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:\nBut wherefore says she not she is unjust?\nAnd wherefore say not I that I am old?\nO! love’s best habit is in seeming trust,\nAnd age in love, loves not to have years told:\n    Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,\n    And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! call not me to justify the wrong\".", "input": "", "output": "O! call not me to justify the wrong\nThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;\nWound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:\nUse power with power, and slay me not by art,\nTell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight,\nDear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:\nWhat need’st thou wound with cunning, when thy might\nIs more than my o’erpress’d defence can bide?\nLet me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows\nHer pretty looks have been mine enemies;\nAnd therefore from my face she turns my foes,\nThat they elsewhere might dart their injuries:\n    Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,\n    Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press\".", "input": "", "output": "Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press\nMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;\nLest sorrow lend me words, and words express\nThe manner of my pity-wanting pain.\nIf I might teach thee wit, better it were,\nThough not to love, yet love to tell me so,\nAs testy sick men, when their deaths be near,\nNo news but health from their physicians know.\nFor, if I should despair, I should grow mad,\nAnd in my madness might speak ill of thee;\nNow this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,\nMad slanderers by mad ears believed be.\n    That I may not be so, nor thou belied,\n    Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,\nFor they in thee a thousand errors note;\nBut ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,\nWho, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.\nNor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted;\nNor tender feeling, to base touches prone,\nNor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited\nTo any sensual feast with thee alone:\nBut my five wits nor my five senses can\nDissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,\nWho leaves unsway’d the likeness of a man,\nThy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be:\n    Only my plague thus far I count my gain,\n    That she that makes me sin awards me pain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,\".", "input": "", "output": "Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,\nHate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:\nO! but with mine compare thou thine own state,\nAnd thou shalt find it merits not reproving;\nOr, if it do, not from those lips of thine,\nThat have profan’d their scarlet ornaments\nAnd seal’d false bonds of love as oft as mine,\nRobb’d others’ beds’ revenues of their rents.\nBe it lawful I love thee, as thou lov’st those\nWhom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:\nRoot pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,\nThy pity may deserve to pitied be.\n    If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,\n    By self-example mayst thou be denied!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch\".", "input": "", "output": "Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch\nOne of her feather’d creatures broke away,\nSets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch\nIn pursuit of the thing she would have stay;\nWhilst her neglected child holds her in chase,\nCries to catch her whose busy care is bent\nTo follow that which flies before her face,\nNot prizing her poor infant’s discontent;\nSo runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,\nWhilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;\nBut if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,\nAnd play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind;\n    So will I pray that thou mayst have thy ‘Will,’\n    If thou turn back and my loud crying still."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Two loves I have of comfort and despair,\".", "input": "", "output": "Two loves I have of comfort and despair,\nWhich like two spirits do suggest me still:\nThe better angel is a man right fair,\nThe worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.\nTo win me soon to hell, my female evil,\nTempteth my better angel from my side,\nAnd would corrupt my saint to be a devil,\nWooing his purity with her foul pride.\nAnd whether that my angel be turn’d fiend,\nSuspect I may, yet not directly tell;\nBut being both from me, both to each friend,\nI guess one angel in another’s hell:\n    Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,\n    Till my bad angel fire my good one out."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,\".", "input": "", "output": "Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,\nBreathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’,\nTo me that languish’d for her sake:\nBut when she saw my woeful state,\nStraight in her heart did mercy come,\nChiding that tongue that ever sweet\nWas us’d in giving gentle doom;\nAnd taught it thus anew to greet;\n‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,\nThat followed it as gentle day,\nDoth follow night, who like a fiend\nFrom heaven to hell is flown away.\n    ‘I hate’, from hate away she threw,\n    And sav’d my life, saying ‘not you’."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,\".", "input": "", "output": "Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,\nMy sinful earth these rebel powers array,\nWhy dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,\nPainting thy outward walls so costly gay?\nWhy so large cost, having so short a lease,\nDost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?\nShall worms, inheritors of this excess,\nEat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end?\nThen soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,\nAnd let that pine to aggravate thy store;\nBuy terms divine in selling hours of dross;\nWithin be fed, without be rich no more:\n    So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,\n    And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"My love is as a fever longing still,\".", "input": "", "output": "My love is as a fever longing still,\nFor that which longer nurseth the disease;\nFeeding on that which doth preserve the ill,\nThe uncertain sickly appetite to please.\nMy reason, the physician to my love,\nAngry that his prescriptions are not kept,\nHath left me, and I desperate now approve\nDesire is death, which physic did except.\nPast cure I am, now Reason is past care,\nAnd frantic-mad with evermore unrest;\nMy thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,\nAt random from the truth vainly express’d;\n    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,\n    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,\".", "input": "", "output": "O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,\nWhich have no correspondence with true sight;\nOr, if they have, where is my judgement fled,\nThat censures falsely what they see aright?\nIf that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,\nWhat means the world to say it is not so?\nIf it be not, then love doth well denote\nLove’s eye is not so true as all men’s: no,\nHow can it? O! how can Love’s eye be true,\nThat is so vexed with watching and with tears?\nNo marvel then, though I mistake my view;\nThe sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.\n    O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,\n    Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,\".", "input": "", "output": "Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,\nWhen I against myself with thee partake?\nDo I not think on thee, when I forgot\nAm of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?\nWho hateth thee that I do call my friend,\nOn whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon,\nNay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend\nRevenge upon myself with present moan?\nWhat merit do I in my self respect,\nThat is so proud thy service to despise,\nWhen all my best doth worship thy defect,\nCommanded by the motion of thine eyes?\n    But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;\n    Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,\".", "input": "", "output": "O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,\nWith insufficiency my heart to sway?\nTo make me give the lie to my true sight,\nAnd swear that brightness doth not grace the day?\nWhence hast thou this becoming of things ill,\nThat in the very refuse of thy deeds\nThere is such strength and warrantise of skill,\nThat, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?\nWho taught thee how to make me love thee more,\nThe more I hear and see just cause of hate?\nO! though I love what others do abhor,\nWith others thou shouldst not abhor my state:\n    If thy unworthiness rais’d love in me,\n    More worthy I to be belov’d of thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Love is too young to know what conscience is,\".", "input": "", "output": "Love is too young to know what conscience is,\nYet who knows not conscience is born of love?\nThen, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,\nLest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:\nFor, thou betraying me, I do betray\nMy nobler part to my gross body’s treason;\nMy soul doth tell my body that he may\nTriumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,\nBut rising at thy name doth point out thee,\nAs his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,\nHe is contented thy poor drudge to be,\nTo stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.\n    No want of conscience hold it that I call\n    Her ‘love,’ for whose dear love I rise and fall."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,\".", "input": "", "output": "In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,\nBut thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;\nIn act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,\nIn vowing new hate after new love bearing:\nBut why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,\nWhen I break twenty? I am perjur’d most;\nFor all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,\nAnd all my honest faith in thee is lost:\nFor I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,\nOaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;\nAnd, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,\nOr made them swear against the thing they see;\n    For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I,\n    To swear against the truth so foul a lie."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:\".", "input": "", "output": "Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:\nA maid of Dian’s this advantage found,\nAnd his love-kindling fire did quickly steep\nIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground;\nWhich borrow’d from this holy fire of Love,\nA dateless lively heat, still to endure,\nAnd grew a seething bath, which yet men prove\nAgainst strange maladies a sovereign cure.\nBut at my mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired,\nThe boy for trial needs would touch my breast;\nI, sick withal, the help of bath desired,\nAnd thither hied, a sad distemper’d guest,\n    But found no cure, the bath for my help lies\n    Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress’ eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The little Love-god lying once asleep,\".", "input": "", "output": "The little Love-god lying once asleep,\nLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,\nWhilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste life to keep\nCame tripping by; but in her maiden hand\nThe fairest votary took up that fire\nWhich many legions of true hearts had warm’d;\nAnd so the general of hot desire\nWas, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm’d.\nThis brand she quenched in a cool well by,\nWhich from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,\nGrowing a bath and healthful remedy,\nFor men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,\n    Came there for cure and this by that I prove,\n    Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let the bird of loudest lay,\".", "input": "", "output": "Let the bird of loudest lay,\nOn the sole Arabian tree,\nHerald sad and trumpet be,\nTo whose sound chaste wings obey."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But thou shrieking harbinger,\".", "input": "", "output": "But thou shrieking harbinger,\nFoul precurrer of the fiend,\nAugur of the fever’s end,\nTo this troop come thou not near."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"From this session interdict\".", "input": "", "output": "From this session interdict\nEvery fowl of tyrant wing,\nSave the eagle, feather’d king;\nKeep the obsequy so strict."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Let the priest in surplice white,\".", "input": "", "output": "Let the priest in surplice white,\nThat defunctive music can,\nBe the death-divining swan,\nLest the requiem lack his right."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And thou treble-dated crow,\".", "input": "", "output": "And thou treble-dated crow,\nThat thy sable gender mak’st\nWith the breath thou giv’st and tak’st,\n’Mongst our mourners shalt thou go."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here the anthem doth commence:\".", "input": "", "output": "Here the anthem doth commence:\nLove and constancy is dead;\nPhoenix and the turtle fled\nIn a mutual flame from hence."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So they lov’d, as love in twain\".", "input": "", "output": "So they lov’d, as love in twain\nHad the essence but in one;\nTwo distincts, division none:\nNumber there in love was slain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Hearts remote, yet not asunder;\".", "input": "", "output": "Hearts remote, yet not asunder;\nDistance and no space was seen\n’Twixt this turtle and his queen;\nBut in them it were a wonder."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So between them love did shine,\".", "input": "", "output": "So between them love did shine,\nThat the turtle saw his right\nFlaming in the phoenix’ sight;\nEither was the other’s mine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Property was thus appalled,\".", "input": "", "output": "Property was thus appalled,\nThat the self was not the same;\nSingle nature’s double name\nNeither two nor one was called."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Reason, in itself confounded,\".", "input": "", "output": "Reason, in itself confounded,\nSaw division grow together;\nTo themselves yet either neither,\nSimple were so well compounded."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"That it cried, How true a twain\".", "input": "", "output": "That it cried, How true a twain\nSeemeth this concordant one!\nLove hath reason, reason none,\nIf what parts can so remain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whereupon it made this threne\".", "input": "", "output": "Whereupon it made this threne\nTo the phoenix and the dove,\nCo-supremes and stars of love,\nAs chorus to their tragic scene."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Beauty, truth, and rarity.\".", "input": "", "output": "Beauty, truth, and rarity.\nGrace in all simplicity,\nHere enclos’d in cinders lie."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Death is now the phoenix’ nest;\".", "input": "", "output": "Death is now the phoenix’ nest;\nAnd the turtle’s loyal breast\nTo eternity doth rest."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Leaving no posterity:—\".", "input": "", "output": "Leaving no posterity:—\n’Twas not their infirmity,\nIt was married chastity."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Truth may seem, but cannot be;\".", "input": "", "output": "Truth may seem, but cannot be;\nBeauty brag, but ’tis not she;\nTruth and beauty buried be."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"To this urn let those repair\".", "input": "", "output": "To this urn let those repair\nThat are either true or fair;\nFor these dead birds sigh a prayer."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"the following theme\".", "input": "", "output": "Right Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my\nunpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me\nfor choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only, if\nyour honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow\nto take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some\ngraver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I\nshall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so\nbarren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it\nto your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart’s content;\nwhich I wish may always answer your own wish and the world’s hopeful\nexpectation."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face\".", "input": "", "output": "Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face\nHad ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn,\nRose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase;\nHunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn;        4\n  Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,\n  And like a bold-fac’d suitor ’gins to woo him."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thrice fairer than myself,” thus she began,\n“The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare,        8\nStain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,\nMore white and red than doves or roses are:\n  Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,\n  Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.     12"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,\nAnd rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;\nIf thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed\nA thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:             16\n  Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,\n  And being set, I’ll smother thee with kisses."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’d satiety,\nBut rather famish them amid their plenty,             20\nMaking them red, and pale, with fresh variety:\nTen kisses short as one, one long as twenty:\n  A summer’s day will seem an hour but short,\n  Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.”         24"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,\".", "input": "", "output": "With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,\nThe precedent of pith and livelihood,\nAnd trembling in her passion, calls it balm,\nEarth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good:         28\n  Being so enrag’d, desire doth lend her force\n  Courageously to pluck him from his horse."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,\".", "input": "", "output": "Over one arm the lusty courser’s rein,\nUnder her other was the tender boy,                   32\nWho blush’d and pouted in a dull disdain,\nWith leaden appetite, unapt to toy;\n  She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,\n  He red for shame, but frosty in desire.             36"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The studded bridle on a ragged bough\".", "input": "", "output": "The studded bridle on a ragged bough\nNimbly she fastens;—O! how quick is love!—\nThe steed is stalled up, and even now\nTo tie the rider she begins to prove:                 40\n  Backward she push’d him, as she would be thrust,\n  And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So soon was she along, as he was down,\".", "input": "", "output": "So soon was she along, as he was down,\nEach leaning on their elbows and their hips:          44\nNow doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,\nAnd ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips,\n  And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,\n  “If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.”    48"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears\".", "input": "", "output": "He burns with bashful shame, she with her tears\nDoth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;\nThen with her windy sighs and golden hairs\nTo fan and blow them dry again she seeks.             52\n  He saith she is immodest, blames her miss;\n  What follows more, she murders with a kiss."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,\".", "input": "", "output": "Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,\nTires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,      56\nShaking her wings, devouring all in haste,\nTill either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone:\n  Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin,\n  And where she ends she doth anew begin.             60"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Forc’d to content, but never to obey,\".", "input": "", "output": "Forc’d to content, but never to obey,\nPanting he lies, and breatheth in her face.\nShe feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,\nAnd calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace,         64\n  Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers\n  So they were dew’d with such distilling showers."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,\".", "input": "", "output": "Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,\nSo fasten’d in her arms Adonis lies;                  68\nPure shame and aw’d resistance made him fret,\nWhich bred more beauty in his angry eyes:\n  Rain added to a river that is rank\n  Perforce will force it overflow the bank.           72"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,\".", "input": "", "output": "Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,\nFor to a pretty ear she tunes her tale.\nStill is he sullen, still he lours and frets,\n’Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy pale;             76\n  Being red she loves him best, and being white,\n  Her best is better’d with a more delight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;\".", "input": "", "output": "Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;\nAnd by her fair immortal hand she swears,             80\nFrom his soft bosom never to remove,\nTill he take truce with her contending tears,\n  Which long have rain’d, making her cheeks all wet;\n  And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Upon this promise did he raise his chin,               85\".", "input": "", "output": "Upon this promise did he raise his chin,               85\nLike a dive-dapper peering through a wave,\nWho, being look’d on, ducks as quickly in;\nSo offers he to give what she did crave,               88\n  But when her lips were ready for his pay,\n  He winks, and turns his lips another way."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Never did passenger in summer’s heat\".", "input": "", "output": "Never did passenger in summer’s heat\nMore thirst for drink than she for this good turn.    92\nHer help she sees, but help she cannot get;\nShe bathes in water, yet her fire must burn:\n  “O! pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy,\n  ’Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?            96"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,\".", "input": "", "output": "“I have been woo’d as I entreat thee now,\nEven by the stern and direful god of war,\nWhose sinewy neck in battle ne’er did bow,\nWho conquers where he comes in every jar;             100\n  Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,\n  And begg’d for that which thou unask’d shalt have."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Over my altars hath he hung his lance,\nHis batter’d shield, his uncontrolled crest,          104\nAnd for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance,\nTo toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest;\n  Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red\n  Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.         108"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thus he that overrul’d I oversway’d,\nLeading him prisoner in a red rose chain:\nStrong-temper’d steel his stronger strength obey’d,\nYet was he servile to my coy disdain.                112\n  Oh be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,\n  For mast’ring her that foil’d the god of fight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,\nThough mine be not so fair, yet are they red,        116\nThe kiss shall be thine own as well as mine:\nWhat see’st thou in the ground? hold up thy head,\n  Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies;\n  Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?     120"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Art thou asham’d to kiss? then wink again,\nAnd I will wink; so shall the day seem night.\nLove keeps his revels where there are but twain;\nBe bold to play, our sport is not in sight,          124\n  These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean\n  Never can blab, nor know not what we mean."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127\".", "input": "", "output": "“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip             127\nShows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted,\nMake use of time, let not advantage slip;\nBeauty within itself should not be wasted,\n  Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime\n  Rot, and consume themselves in little time.         132"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Were I hard-favour’d, foul, or wrinkled old,\nIll-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,\nO’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold,\nThick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice,      136\n  Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee;\n  But having no defects, why dost abhor me?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,           139\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow,           139\nMine eyes are grey and bright, and quick in turning;\nMy beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,\nMy flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning,\n  My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt,\n  Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.       144"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,\nOr like a fairy, trip upon the green,\nOr like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair,\nDance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.         148\n  Love is a spirit all compact of fire,\n  Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:           151\".", "input": "", "output": "“Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:           151\nThese forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;\nTwo strengthless doves will draw me through the sky,\nFrom morn till night, even where I list to sport me.\n  Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be\n  That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?       156"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?\nCan thy right hand seize love upon thy left?\nThen woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,\nSteal thine own freedom, and complain on theft.      160\n  Narcissus so himself himself forsook,\n  And died to kiss his shadow in the brook."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Torches are made to light, jewels to wear,\nDainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,         164\nHerbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;\nThings growing to themselves are growth’s abuse,\n  Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty;\n  Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.            168"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst thou feed,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Upon the earth’s increase why shouldst thou feed,\nUnless the earth with thy increase be fed?\nBy law of nature thou art bound to breed,\nThat thine may live when thou thyself art dead;      172\n  And so in spite of death thou dost survive,\n  In that thy likeness still is left alive.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,\".", "input": "", "output": "By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,\nFor where they lay the shadow had forsook them,      176\nAnd Titan, tired in the midday heat,\nWith burning eye did hotly overlook them,\n  Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,\n  So he were like him and by Venus’ side.            180"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And now Adonis with a lazy spright,\".", "input": "", "output": "And now Adonis with a lazy spright,\nAnd with a heavy, dark, disliking eye,\nHis louring brows o’erwhelming his fair sight,\nLike misty vapours when they blot the sky,           184\n  Souring his cheeks, cries, “Fie, no more of love:\n  The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!\".", "input": "", "output": "“Ay me,” quoth Venus, “young, and so unkind!\nWhat bare excuses mak’st thou to be gone!            188\nI’ll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind\nShall cool the heat of this descending sun:\n  I’ll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;\n  If they burn too, I’ll quench them with my tears.  192"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,\".", "input": "", "output": "“The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,\nAnd lo I lie between that sun and thee:\nThe heat I have from thence doth little harm,\nThine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;      196\n  And were I not immortal, life were done,\n  Between this heavenly and earthly sun."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel?\nNay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth:    200\nArt thou a woman’s son and canst not feel\nWhat ’tis to love, how want of love tormenteth?\n  O had thy mother borne so hard a mind,\n  She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind.   204"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this?\".", "input": "", "output": "“What am I that thou shouldst contemn me this?\nOr what great danger dwells upon my suit?\nWhat were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss?\nSpeak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute:  208\n  Give me one kiss, I’ll give it thee again,\n  And one for int’rest, if thou wilt have twain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,\nWell-painted idol, image dull and dead,              212\nStatue contenting but the eye alone,\nThing like a man, but of no woman bred:\n  Thou art no man, though of a man’s complexion,\n  For men will kiss even by their own direction.”    216"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue,\nAnd swelling passion doth provoke a pause;\nRed cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong;\nBeing judge in love, she cannot right her cause.     220\n  And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak,\n  And now her sobs do her intendments break."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand,\".", "input": "", "output": "Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand,\nNow gazeth she on him, now on the ground;            224\nSometimes her arms infold him like a band:\nShe would, he will not in her arms be bound;\n  And when from thence he struggles to be gone,\n  She locks her lily fingers one in one.             228"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Fondling,” she saith, “since I have hemm’d thee here\".", "input": "", "output": "“Fondling,” she saith, “since I have hemm’d thee here\nWithin the circuit of this ivory pale,\nI’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;\nFeed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:        232\n  Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,\n  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Within this limit is relief enough,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Within this limit is relief enough,\nSweet bottom grass and high delightful plain,        236\nRound rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,\nTo shelter thee from tempest and from rain:\n  Then be my deer, since I am such a park,           239\n  No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,\".", "input": "", "output": "At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,\nThat in each cheek appears a pretty dimple;\nLove made those hollows, if himself were slain,\nHe might be buried in a tomb so simple;              244\n  Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,\n  Why there love liv’d, and there he could not die."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,\".", "input": "", "output": "These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,\nOpen’d their mouths to swallow Venus’ liking.        248\nBeing mad before, how doth she now for wits?\nStruck dead at first, what needs a second striking?\n  Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,\n  To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!      252"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?\".", "input": "", "output": "Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?\nHer words are done, her woes the more increasing;\nThe time is spent, her object will away,\nAnd from her twining arms doth urge releasing:       256\n  “Pity,” she cries; “some favour, some remorse!”\n  Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,\".", "input": "", "output": "But lo from forth a copse that neighbours by,\nA breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,          260\nAdonis’ tramping courser doth espy,\nAnd forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud:\n  The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree,\n  Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.    264"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,\".", "input": "", "output": "Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,\nAnd now his woven girths he breaks asunder;\nThe bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,\nWhose hollow womb resounds like heaven’s thunder;\n  The iron bit he crusheth ’tween his teeth,         269\n  Controlling what he was controlled with."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane\".", "input": "", "output": "His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane\nUpon his compass’d crest now stand on end;           272\nHis nostrils drink the air, and forth again,\nAs from a furnace, vapours doth he send:\n  His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,\n  Shows his hot courage and his high desire.         276"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,\".", "input": "", "output": "Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,\nWith gentle majesty and modest pride;\nAnon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,\nAs who should say, “Lo thus my strength is tried;\n  And this I do to captivate the eye                 281\n  Of the fair breeder that is standing by.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,\".", "input": "", "output": "What recketh he his rider’s angry stir,\nHis flattering “Holla”, or his “Stand, I say”?       284\nWhat cares he now for curb or pricking spur?\nFor rich caparisons or trappings gay?\n  He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,\n  For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.      288"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look when a painter would surpass the life,\".", "input": "", "output": "Look when a painter would surpass the life,\nIn limning out a well-proportion’d steed,\nHis art with nature’s workmanship at strife,\nAs if the dead the living should exceed:             292\n  So did this horse excel a common one,\n  In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,\".", "input": "", "output": "Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,\nBroad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,\nHigh crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,\nThin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:\n  Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,\n  Save a proud rider on so proud a back.             300"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;\".", "input": "", "output": "Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;\nAnon he starts at stirring of a feather:\nTo bid the wind a base he now prepares,\nAnd where he run or fly they know not whether;       304\n  For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,\n  Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather’d wings."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;\".", "input": "", "output": "He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;\nShe answers him as if she knew his mind,             308\nBeing proud, as females are, to see him woo her,\nShe puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,\n  Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,\n  Beating his kind embracements with her heels.      312"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Then like a melancholy malcontent,\".", "input": "", "output": "Then like a melancholy malcontent,\nHe vails his tail that like a falling plume,\nCool shadow to his melting buttock lent:\nHe stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.     316\n  His love, perceiving how he was enrag’d,\n  Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His testy master goeth about to take him,\".", "input": "", "output": "His testy master goeth about to take him,\nWhen lo the unback’d breeder, full of fear,         320\nJealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,\nWith her the horse, and left Adonis there:\n  As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,\n  Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them.    324"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,\".", "input": "", "output": "All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,\nBanning his boisterous and unruly beast;\nAnd now the happy season once more fits\nThat love-sick love by pleading may be blest;        328\n  For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong,\n  When it is barr’d the aidance of the tongue."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"An oven that is stopp’d, or river stay’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "An oven that is stopp’d, or river stay’d,\nBurneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:         332\nSo of concealed sorrow may be said,\nFree vent of words love’s fire doth assuage;\n  But when the heart’s attorney once is mute,\n  The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.       336"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He sees her coming, and begins to glow,\".", "input": "", "output": "He sees her coming, and begins to glow,\nEven as a dying coal revives with wind,\nAnd with his bonnet hides his angry brow,\nLooks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,         340\n  Taking no notice that she is so nigh,\n  For all askance he holds her in his eye."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O what a sight it was, wistly to view\".", "input": "", "output": "O what a sight it was, wistly to view\nHow she came stealing to the wayward boy,            344\nTo note the fighting conflict of her hue,\nHow white and red each other did destroy:\n  But now her cheek was pale, and by and by\n  It flash’d forth fire, as lightning from the sky.  348"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now was she just before him as he sat,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now was she just before him as he sat,\nAnd like a lowly lover down she kneels;\nWith one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,\nHer other tender hand his fair cheek feels:          352\n  His tend’rer cheek receives her soft hand’s print,\n  As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Oh what a war of looks was then between them,\".", "input": "", "output": "Oh what a war of looks was then between them,\nHer eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,              356\nHis eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,\nHer eyes woo’d still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing:\n  And all this dumb play had his acts made plain\n  With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361\".", "input": "", "output": "Full gently now she takes him by the hand,           361\nA lily prison’d in a gaol of snow,\nOr ivory in an alabaster band,\nSo white a friend engirts so white a foe:            364\n  This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,\n  Show’d like two silver doves that sit a-billing."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Once more the engine of her thoughts began:\".", "input": "", "output": "Once more the engine of her thoughts began:\n“O fairest mover on this mortal round,               368\nWould thou wert as I am, and I a man,\nMy heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound,\n  For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,\n  Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"the following theme\".", "input": "", "output": "“Give me my hand,” saith he, “why dost thou feel it?”\n“Give me my heart,” saith she, “and thou shalt have it.\nO give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it,\nAnd being steel’d, soft sighs can never grave it.    376\n  Then love’s deep groans I never shall regard,\n  Because Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,\".", "input": "", "output": "“For shame,” he cries, “let go, and let me go,\nMy day’s delight is past, my horse is gone,          380\nAnd ’tis your fault I am bereft him so,\nI pray you hence, and leave me here alone,\n  For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,\n  Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.”           384"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,\nWelcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,\nAffection is a coal that must be cool’d;\nElse, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,       388\n  The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;\n  Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,\".", "input": "", "output": "“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,\nServilely master’d with a leathern rein!             392\nBut when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,\nHe held such petty bondage in disdain;\n  Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,\n  Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.     396"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,\nTeaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,\nBut when his glutton eye so full hath fed,\nHis other agents aim at like delight?                400\n  Who is so faint that dare not be so bold\n  To touch the fire, the weather being cold?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,\nAnd learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,           404\nTo take advantage on presented joy,\nThough I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.\n  O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,\n  And once made perfect, never lost again.”          408"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"the following theme\".", "input": "", "output": "“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,\nUnless it be a boar, and then I chase it;\n’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;\nMy love to love is love but to disgrace it;          412\n  For I have heard, it is a life in death,\n  That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?\nWho plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?        416\nIf springing things be any jot diminish’d,\nThey wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;\n  The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,\n  Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.         420"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,\".", "input": "", "output": "“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,\nAnd leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:\nRemove your siege from my unyielding heart,\nTo love’s alarms it will not ope the gate:           424\n  Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;\n  For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?\".", "input": "", "output": "“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?\nO would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing;        428\nThy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;\nI had my load before, now press’d with bearing:\n  Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,\n  Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"the following theme\".", "input": "", "output": "“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love          433\nThat inward beauty and invisible;\nOr were I deaf, thy outward parts would move\nEach part in me that were but sensible:              436\n  Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,\n  Yet should I be in love by touching thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,\nAnd that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,       440\nAnd nothing but the very smell were left me,\nYet would my love to thee be still as much;\n  For from the stillitory of thy face excelling\n  Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445\".", "input": "", "output": "“But oh what banquet wert thou to the taste,         445\nBeing nurse and feeder of the other four;\nWould they not wish the feast might ever last,\nAnd bid suspicion double-lock the door,\n  Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,\n  Should by his stealing in disturb the feast?”      448"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "Once more the ruby-colour’d portal open’d,\nWhich to his speech did honey passage yield,         452\nLike a red morn that ever yet betoken’d\nWrack to the seaman, tempest to the field,\n  Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,\n  Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.      456"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This ill presage advisedly she marketh:\".", "input": "", "output": "This ill presage advisedly she marketh:\nEven as the wind is hush’d before it raineth,\nOr as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,\nOr as the berry breaks before it staineth,           460\n  Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,\n  His meaning struck her ere his words begun."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And at his look she flatly falleth down\".", "input": "", "output": "And at his look she flatly falleth down\nFor looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth;     464\nA smile recures the wounding of a frown;\nBut blessed bankrout, that by love so thriveth!\n  The silly boy, believing she is dead,\n  Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.  468"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,\".", "input": "", "output": "And all amaz’d brake off his late intent,\nFor sharply he did think to reprehend her,\nWhich cunning love did wittily prevent:\nFair fall the wit that can so well defend her!       472\n  For on the grass she lies as she were slain,\n  Till his breath breatheth life in her again."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,\".", "input": "", "output": "He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,\nHe bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,         476\nHe chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks\nTo mend the hurt that his unkindness marr’d:\n  He kisses her; and she, by her good will,\n  Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.        480"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:\".", "input": "", "output": "The night of sorrow now is turn’d to day:\nHer two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,\nLike the fair sun when in his fresh array\nHe cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:     484\n  And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,\n  So is her face illumin’d with her eye."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,\".", "input": "", "output": "Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,\nAs if from thence they borrow’d all their shine.     488\nWere never four such lamps together mix’d,\nHad not his clouded with his brow’s repine;\n  But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light\n  Shone like the moon in water seen by night.        492"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?\".", "input": "", "output": "“O where am I?” quoth she, “in earth or heaven?\nOr in the ocean drench’d, or in the fire?\nWhat hour is this? or morn or weary even?\nDo I delight to die, or life desire?                 496\n  But now I liv’d, and life was death’s annoy;\n  But now I died, and death was lively joy."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:\".", "input": "", "output": "“O thou didst kill me; kill me once again:\nThy eyes’ shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,    500\nHath taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,\nThat they have murder’d this poor heart of mine;\n  And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,\n  But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.         504"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!\".", "input": "", "output": "“Long may they kiss each other for this cure!\nOh never let their crimson liveries wear,\nAnd as they last, their verdure still endure,\nTo drive infection from the dangerous year:          508\n  That the star-gazers, having writ on death,\n  May say, the plague is banish’d by thy breath."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,\nWhat bargains may I make, still to be sealing?       512\nTo sell myself I can be well contented,\nSo thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing;\n  Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,\n  Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.            516"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;\".", "input": "", "output": "“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;\nAnd pay them at thy leisure, one by one,\nWhat is ten hundred touches unto thee?\nAre they not quickly told and quickly gone?          520\n  Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,\n  Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Fair queen,” quoth he, “if any love you owe me,\nMeasure my strangeness with my unripe years:         524\nBefore I know myself, seek not to know me;\nNo fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:\n  The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,\n  Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.          528"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait\".", "input": "", "output": "“Look the world’s comforter, with weary gait\nHis day’s hot task hath ended in the west;\nThe owl, night’s herald, shrieks, ’tis very late;\nThe sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,     532\n  And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven’s light\n  Do summon us to part, and bid good night."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Now let me say good night, and so say you;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Now let me say good night, and so say you;\nIf you will say so, you shall have a kiss.”          536\n“Good night,” quoth she; and ere he says adieu,\nThe honey fee of parting tender’d is:\n  Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;\n  Incorporate then they seem, face grows to face.    540"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew\".", "input": "", "output": "Till breathless he disjoin’d, and backward drew\nThe heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,\nWhose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,\nWhereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth,        544\n  He with her plenty press’d, she faint with dearth,\n  Their lips together glued, fall to the earth."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,\nAnd glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;       548\nHer lips are conquerors, his lips obey,\nPaying what ransom the insulter willeth;\n  Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,\n  That she will draw his lips’ rich treasure dry.    552"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,\".", "input": "", "output": "And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,\nWith blindfold fury she begins to forage;\nHer face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,\nAnd careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,      556\n  Planting oblivion, beating reason back,\n  Forgetting shame’s pure blush and honour’s wrack."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,\".", "input": "", "output": "Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,\nLike a wild bird being tam’d with too much handling,\nOr as the fleet-foot roe that’s tir’d with chasing,  561\nOr like the froward infant still’d with dandling:\n  He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,\n  While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.  564"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,\".", "input": "", "output": "What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,\nAnd yields at last to every light impression?\nThings out of hope are compass’d oft with vent’ring,\nChiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:     568\n  Affection faints not like a pale-fac’d coward,\n  But then woos best when most his choice is froward."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When he did frown, O had she then gave over,\".", "input": "", "output": "When he did frown, O had she then gave over,\nSuch nectar from his lips she had not suck’d.        572\nFoul words and frowns must not repel a lover;\nWhat though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.\n  Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,\n  Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For pity now she can no more detain him;             577\".", "input": "", "output": "For pity now she can no more detain him;             577\nThe poor fool prays her that he may depart:\nShe is resolv’d no longer to restrain him,\nBids him farewell, and look well to her heart,       580\n  The which by Cupid’s bow she doth protest,\n  He carries thence encaged in his breast."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Sweet boy,” she says, “this night I’ll waste in sorrow,\nFor my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.       584\nTell me, love’s master, shall we meet tomorrow\nSay, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?”\n  He tells her no, tomorrow he intends\n  To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.      588"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,\".", "input": "", "output": "“The boar!” quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,\nLike lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,\nUsurps her cheek, she trembles at his tale,\nAnd on his neck her yoking arms she throws.          592\n  She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,\n  He on her belly falls, she on her back."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now is she in the very lists of love,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now is she in the very lists of love,\nHer champion mounted for the hot encounter:          596\nAll is imaginary she doth prove,\nHe will not manage her, although he mount her;\n  That worse than Tantalus’ is her annoy,\n  To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.               600"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,\".", "input": "", "output": "Even as poor birds, deceiv’d with painted grapes,\nDo surfeit by the eye and pine the maw:\nEven so she languisheth in her mishaps,\nAs those poor birds that helpless berries saw.       604\n  The warm effects which she in him finds missing,\n  She seeks to kindle with continual kissing."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,\".", "input": "", "output": "But all in vain, good queen, it will not be,\nShe hath assay’d as much as may be prov’d;           608\nHer pleading hath deserv’d a greater fee;\nShe’s love, she loves, and yet she is not lov’d.\n  “Fie, fie,” he says, “you crush me; let me go;\n  You have no reason to withhold me so.”             612"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou hadst been gone,” quoth she, “sweet boy, ere this,\nBut that thou told’st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.\nOh be advis’d; thou know’st not what it is,\nWith javelin’s point a churlish swine to gore,       616\n  Whose tushes never sheath’d he whetteth still,\n  Like to a mortal butcher, bent to kill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“On his bow-back he hath a battle set\".", "input": "", "output": "“On his bow-back he hath a battle set\nOf bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;         620\nHis eyes like glow-worms shine when he doth fret;\nHis snout digs sepulchres where’er he goes;\n  Being mov’d, he strikes whate’er is in his way,\n  And whom he strikes his crooked tushes slay.       624"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,\".", "input": "", "output": "“His brawny sides, with hairy bristles armed,\nAre better proof than thy spear’s point can enter;\nHis short thick neck cannot be easily harmed;\nBeing ireful, on the lion he will venture:           628\n  The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,\n  As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Alas! he naught esteems that face of thine,\nTo which love’s eyes pay tributary gazes;            632\nNor thy soft hands, sweet lips, and crystal eyne,\nWhose full perfection all the world amazes;\n  But having thee at vantage, wondrous dread!\n  Would root these beauties as he roots the mead."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,          637\".", "input": "", "output": "“Oh let him keep his loathsome cabin still,          637\nBeauty hath naught to do with such foul fiends:\nCome not within his danger by thy will;\nThey that thrive well, take counsel of their friends.\n  When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,\n  I fear’d thy fortune, and my joints did tremble."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Didst thou not mark my face, was it not white?\nSaw’st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?      644\nGrew I not faint, and fell I not downright?\nWithin my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,\n  My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,\n  But like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy          649\".", "input": "", "output": "“For where love reigns, disturbing jealousy          649\nDoth call himself affection’s sentinel;\nGives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,\nAnd in a peaceful hour doth cry “Kill, kill!”        652\n  Distemp’ring gentle love in his desire,\n  As air and water do abate the fire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,\".", "input": "", "output": "“This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,\nThis canker that eats up love’s tender spring,       656\nThis carry-tale, dissentious jealousy,\nThat sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,\n  Knocks at my heart, and whispers in mine ear,\n  That if I love thee, I thy death should fear.      660"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye\".", "input": "", "output": "“And more than so, presenteth to mine eye\nThe picture of an angry chafing boar,\nUnder whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie\nAn image like thyself, all stain’d with gore;        664\n  Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed,\n  Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,\".", "input": "", "output": "“What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,\nThat tremble at th’imagination?                      668\nThe thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,\nAnd fear doth teach it divination:\n  I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,\n  If thou encounter with the boar tomorrow.          672"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;\".", "input": "", "output": "“But if thou needs wilt hunt, be rul’d by me;\nUncouple at the timorous flying hare,\nOr at the fox which lives by subtilty,\nOr at the roe which no encounter dare:               676\n  Pursue these fearful creatures o’er the downs,\n  And on thy well-breath’d horse keep with thy hounds."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,\nMark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles      680\nHow he outruns the wind, and with what care\nHe cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:\n  The many musits through the which he goes\n  Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.            684"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,\nTo make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,\nAnd sometime where earth-delving conies keep,\nTo stop the loud pursuers in their yell,             688\n  And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer;\n  Danger deviseth shifts, wit waits on fear."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“For there his smell with others being mingled,      691\".", "input": "", "output": "“For there his smell with others being mingled,      691\nThe hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,\nCeasing their clamorous cry, till they have singled\nWith much ado the cold fault cleanly out;\n  Then do they spend their mouths: echo replies,\n  As if another chase were in the skies.             696"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,\".", "input": "", "output": "“By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,\nStands on his hinder legs with list’ning ear,\nTo hearken if his foes pursue him still.\nAnon their loud alarums he doth hear;                700\n  And now his grief may be compared well\n  To one sore sick that hears the passing bell."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch\".", "input": "", "output": "“Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch\nTurn, and return, indenting with the way,            704\nEach envious briar his weary legs do scratch,\nEach shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:\n  For misery is trodden on by many,\n  And being low never reliev’d by any.               708"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Lie quietly, and hear a little more;\nNay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:\nTo make thee hate the hunting of the boar,\nUnlike myself thou hear’st me moralize,              712\n  Applying this to that, and so to so,\n  For love can comment upon every woe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he\".", "input": "", "output": "“Where did I leave?” “No matter where,” quoth he\n“Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:            716\nThe night is spent.” “Why, what of that?” quoth she.\n“I am,” quoth he, “expected of my friends;\n  And now ’tis dark, and going I shall fall.”\n  “In night,” quoth she, “desire sees best of all.  720"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,\".", "input": "", "output": "But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,\nThe earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,\nAnd all is but to rob thee of a kiss.                723\nRich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips\n  Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,\n  Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.\""}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:\".", "input": "", "output": "“Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:\nCynthia for shame obscures her silver shine          728\nTill forging nature be condemn’d of treason,\nFor stealing moulds from heaven, that were divine;\n  Wherein she fram’d thee, in high heaven’s despite,\n  To shame the sun by day and her by night.          732"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And therefore hath she brib’d the destinies,\nTo cross the curious workmanship of nature,\nTo mingle beauty with infirmities,\nAnd pure perfection with impure defeature,           736\n  Making it subject to the tyranny\n  Of mad mischances and much misery."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,\".", "input": "", "output": "“As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,\nLife-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,         740\nThe marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint\nDisorder breeds by heating of the blood;\n  Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn’d despair,\n  Swear nature’s death, for framing thee so fair.    744"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And not the least of all these maladies\".", "input": "", "output": "“And not the least of all these maladies\nBut in one minute’s fight brings beauty under:\nBoth favour, savour, hue and qualities,\nWhereat th’impartial gazer late did wonder,          748\n  Are on the sudden wasted, thaw’d and done,\n  As mountain snow melts with the midday sun."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Therefore despite of fruitless chastity,\nLove-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,           752\nThat on the earth would breed a scarcity\nAnd barren dearth of daughters and of sons,\n  Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night\n  Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.      756"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,\".", "input": "", "output": "“What is thy body but a swallowing grave,\nSeeming to bury that posterity,\nWhich by the rights of time thou needs must have,\nIf thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?          760\n  If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,\n  Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So in thyself thyself art made away;\".", "input": "", "output": "“So in thyself thyself art made away;\nA mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,        764\nOr theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,\nOr butcher sire that reeves his son of life.\n  Foul cank’ring rust the hidden treasure frets,\n  But gold that’s put to use more gold begets.”      768"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again\".", "input": "", "output": "“Nay then,” quoth Adon, “you will fall again\nInto your idle over-handled theme;\nThe kiss I gave you is bestow’d in vain,\nAnd all in vain you strive against the stream;       772\n  For by this black-fac’d night, desire’s foul nurse,\n  Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,\".", "input": "", "output": "“If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,\nAnd every tongue more moving than your own,          776\nBewitching like the wanton mermaid’s songs,\nYet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown;\n  For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,\n  And will not let a false sound enter there.        780"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Lest the deceiving harmony should run\".", "input": "", "output": "“Lest the deceiving harmony should run\nInto the quiet closure of my breast,\nAnd then my little heart were quite undone,\nIn his bedchamber to be barr’d of rest.              784\n  No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,\n  But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?\".", "input": "", "output": "“What have you urg’d that I cannot reprove?\nThe path is smooth that leadeth on to danger;        790\nI hate not love, but your device in love\nThat lends embracements unto every stranger.\n  You do it for increase: O strange excuse!\n  When reason is the bawd to lust’s abuse.           792"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,\nSince sweating lust on earth usurp’d his name;\nUnder whose simple semblance he hath fed\nUpon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;           796\n  Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,\n  As caterpillars do the tender leaves."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,\nBut lust’s effect is tempest after sun;              800\nLove’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,\nLust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.\n  Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies;\n  Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.       804"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;\".", "input": "", "output": "“More I could tell, but more I dare not say;\nThe text is old, the orator too green.\nTherefore, in sadness, now I will away;\nMy face is full of shame, my heart of teen,          808\n  Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended\n  Do burn themselves for having so offended.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811\".", "input": "", "output": "With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace         811\nOf those fair arms which bound him to her breast,\nAnd homeward through the dark laund runs apace;\nLeaves love upon her back deeply distress’d.\n  Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,\n  So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye.         816"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Which after him she darts, as one on shore\".", "input": "", "output": "Which after him she darts, as one on shore\nGazing upon a late embarked friend,\nTill the wild waves will have him seen no more,\nWhose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:        820\n  So did the merciless and pitchy night\n  Fold in the object that did feed her sight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware\".", "input": "", "output": "Whereat amaz’d, as one that unaware\nHath dropp’d a precious jewel in the flood,          824\nOr ’stonish’d as night-wanderers often are,\nTheir light blown out in some mistrustful wood;\n  Even so confounded in the dark she lay,\n  Having lost the fair discovery of her way.         828"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,\".", "input": "", "output": "And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,\nThat all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,\nMake verbal repetition of her moans;\nPassion on passion deeply is redoubled:              832\n  “Ay me!” she cries, and twenty times, “Woe, woe!”\n  And twenty echoes twenty times cry so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She marking them, begins a wailing note,\".", "input": "", "output": "She marking them, begins a wailing note,\nAnd sings extemporally a woeful ditty;               836\nHow love makes young men thrall, and old men dote,\nHow love is wise in folly foolish witty:\n  Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,\n  And still the choir of echoes answer so.           840"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her song was tedious, and outwore the night,\nFor lovers’ hours are long, though seeming short,\nIf pleas’d themselves, others they think, delight\nIn such like circumstance, with such like sport:     844\n  Their copious stories oftentimes begun,\n  End without audience, and are never done."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For who hath she to spend the night withal,\".", "input": "", "output": "For who hath she to spend the night withal,\nBut idle sounds resembling parasites;                848\nLike shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,\nSoothing the humour of fantastic wits?\n  She says, “’Tis so:” they answer all, “’Tis so;”\n  And would say after her, if she said “No.”         852"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,\".", "input": "", "output": "Lo here the gentle lark, weary of rest,\nFrom his moist cabinet mounts up on high,\nAnd wakes the morning, from whose silver breast\nThe sun ariseth in his majesty;                      856\n  Who doth the world so gloriously behold,\n  That cedar tops and hills seem burnish’d gold."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:\".", "input": "", "output": "Venus salutes him with this fair good morrow:\n“Oh thou clear god, and patron of all light,         860\nFrom whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow\nThe beauteous influence that makes him bright,\n  There lives a son that suck’d an earthly mother,\n  May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,            865\nMusing the morning is so much o’erworn,\nAnd yet she hears no tidings of her love;\nShe hearkens for his hounds and for his horn.        868\n  Anon she hears them chant it lustily,\n  And all in haste she coasteth to the cry."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And as she runs, the bushes in the way\".", "input": "", "output": "And as she runs, the bushes in the way\nSome catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,      872\nSome twine about her thigh to make her stay:\nShe wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,\n  Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,\n  Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.        876"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,\".", "input": "", "output": "By this she hears the hounds are at a bay,\nWhereat she starts like one that spies an adder\nWreath’d up in fatal folds just in his way,\nThe fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;    880\n  Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds\n  Appals her senses, and her spirit confounds."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For now she knows it is no gentle chase,\".", "input": "", "output": "For now she knows it is no gentle chase,\nBut the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,       884\nBecause the cry remaineth in one place,\nWhere fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud,\n  Finding their enemy to be so curst,\n  They all strain court’sy who shall cope him first. 888"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,\".", "input": "", "output": "This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,\nThrough which it enters to surprise her heart;\nWho overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,\nWith cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part;     892\n  Like soldiers when their captain once doth yield,\n  They basely fly and dare not stay the field."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy,\nTill cheering up her senses sore dismay’d,           896\nShe tells them ’tis a causeless fantasy,\nAnd childish error, that they are afraid;\n  Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:\n  And with that word, she spied the hunted boar.     900"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,\".", "input": "", "output": "Whose frothy mouth bepainted all with red,\nLike milk and blood being mingled both together,\nA second fear through all her sinews spread,\nWhich madly hurries her she knows not whither:       904\n  This way she runs, and now she will no further,\n  But back retires, to rate the boar for murther."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,\".", "input": "", "output": "A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways,\nShe treads the path that she untreads again;         908\nHer more than haste is mated with delays,\nLike the proceedings of a drunken brain,\n  Full of respects, yet naught at all respecting,\n  In hand with all things, naught at all effecting."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,          913\".", "input": "", "output": "Here kennel’d in a brake she finds a hound,          913\nAnd asks the weary caitiff for his master,\nAnd there another licking of his wound,\n’Gainst venom’d sores the only sovereign plaster.    916\n  And here she meets another sadly scowling,\n  To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,\".", "input": "", "output": "When he hath ceas’d his ill-resounding noise,\nAnother flap-mouth’d mourner, black and grim,        920\nAgainst the welkin volleys out his voice;\nAnother and another answer him,\n  Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,\n  Shaking their scratch’d ears, bleeding as they go."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look how the world’s poor people are amazed          925\".", "input": "", "output": "Look how the world’s poor people are amazed          925\nAt apparitions, signs, and prodigies,\nWhereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,\nInfusing them with dreadful prophecies;              928\n  So she at these sad signs draws up her breath,\n  And sighing it again, exclaims on death."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931\".", "input": "", "output": "“Hard-favour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,           931\nHateful divorce of love,” thus chides she death,\n“Grim-grinning ghost, earth’s worm, what dost thou mean?\nTo stifle beauty and to steal his breath,\n  Who when he liv’d, his breath and beauty set\n  Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet.            936"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,\".", "input": "", "output": "“If he be dead, O no, it cannot be,\nSeeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it,\nO yes, it may, thou hast no eyes to see,\nBut hatefully at random dost thou hit.               940\n  Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart\n  Mistakes that aim, and cleaves an infant’s heart."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,\nAnd hearing him, thy power had lost his power.       944\nThe destinies will curse thee for this stroke;\nThey bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck’st a flower.\n  Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled,\n  And not death’s ebon dart to strike him dead.      948"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Dost thou drink tears, that thou provok’st such weeping?\nWhat may a heavy groan advantage thee?\nWhy hast thou cast into eternal sleeping\nThose eyes that taught all other eyes to see?        952\n  Now nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,\n  Since her best work is ruin’d with thy rigour.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here overcome, as one full of despair,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here overcome, as one full of despair,\nShe vail’d her eyelids, who like sluices stopp’d     956\nThe crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair\nIn the sweet channel of her bosom dropp’d\n  But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,\n  And with his strong course opens them again.       960"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;\".", "input": "", "output": "O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow;\nHer eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;\nBoth crystals, where they view’d each other’s sorrow,\nSorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;      964\n  But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,\n  Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Variable passions throng her constant woe,\".", "input": "", "output": "Variable passions throng her constant woe,\nAs striving who should best become her grief;        968\nAll entertain’d, each passion labours so,\nThat every present sorrow seemeth chief,\n  But none is best, then join they all together,\n  Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.      972"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;\".", "input": "", "output": "By this, far off she hears some huntsman holla;\nA nurse’s song ne’er pleas’d her babe so well:\nThe dire imagination she did follow\nThis sound of hope doth labour to expel;             976\n  For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,\n  And flatters her it is Adonis’ voice."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,\".", "input": "", "output": "Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,\nBeing prison’d in her eye, like pearls in glass;     980\nYet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,\nWhich her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass\n  To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,\n  Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O hard-believing love, how strange it seems          985\".", "input": "", "output": "O hard-believing love, how strange it seems          985\nNot to believe, and yet too credulous;\nThy weal and woe are both of them extremes;\nDespair and hope make thee ridiculous,               988\n  The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,\n  In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought,\nAdonis lives, and death is not to blame;             992\nIt was not she that call’d him all to naught;\nNow she adds honours to his hateful name.\n  She clepes him king of graves, and grave for kings,\n  Imperious supreme of all mortal things.            996"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;\".", "input": "", "output": "“No, no,” quoth she, “sweet death, I did but jest;\nYet pardon me, I felt a kind of fear\nWhenas I met the boar, that bloody beast,\nWhich knows no pity, but is still severe;           1000\n  Then, gentle shadow,—truth I must confess—\n  I rail’d on thee, fearing my love’s decease."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;\".", "input": "", "output": "“’Tis not my fault, the boar provok’d my tongue;\nBe wreak’d on him, invisible commander;             1004\n’Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;\nI did but act, he’s author of my slander.\n  Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet,\n  Could rule them both, without ten women’s wit.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,                   1009\nHer rash suspect she doth extenuate;\nAnd that his beauty may the better thrive,\nWith death she humbly doth insinuate;               1012\n  Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs and stories\n  His victories, his triumphs and his glories."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O love!” quoth she, “how much a fool was I,\nTo be of such a weak and silly mind,                1016\nTo wail his death who lives, and must not die\nTill mutual overthrow of mortal kind;\n  For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,\n  And beauty dead, black Chaos comes again.         1020"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear\".", "input": "", "output": "“Fie, fie, fond love, thou art as full of fear\nAs one with treasure laden, hemm’d with thieves,\nTrifles unwitnessed with eye or ear,\nThy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.”    1024\n  Even at this word she hears a merry horn,\n  Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As falcon to the lure, away she flies;\".", "input": "", "output": "As falcon to the lure, away she flies;\nThe grass stoops not, she treads on it so light,    1028\nAnd in her haste unfortunately spies\nThe foul boar’s conquest on her fair delight;\n  Which seen, her eyes, as murder’d with the view,\n  Like stars asham’d of day, themselves withdrew."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,      1033\".", "input": "", "output": "Or as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,      1033\nShrinks backwards in his shelly cave with pain,\nAnd there all smother’d up, in shade doth sit,\nLong after fearing to creep forth again:            1036\n  So at his bloody view her eyes are fled\n  Into the deep dark cabins of her head."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Where they resign their office and their light\".", "input": "", "output": "Where they resign their office and their light\nTo the disposing of her troubled brain,             1040\nWho bids them still consort with ugly night,\nAnd never wound the heart with looks again;\n  Who like a king perplexed in his throne,\n  By their suggestion gives a deadly groan.         1044"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Whereat each tributary subject quakes,\".", "input": "", "output": "Whereat each tributary subject quakes,\nAs when the wind imprison’d in the ground,\nStruggling for passage, earth’s foundation shakes,\nWhich with cold terror doth men’s minds confound.\n  This mutiny each part doth so surprise            1049\n  That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And being open’d, threw unwilling light\".", "input": "", "output": "And being open’d, threw unwilling light\nUpon the wide wound that the boar had trench’d\nIn his soft flank, whose wonted lily white          1053\nWith purple tears that his wound wept, was drench’d.\n  No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf or weed,\n  But stole his blood and seem’d with him to bleed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057\".", "input": "", "output": "This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth,             1057\nOver one shoulder doth she hang her head,\nDumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;\nShe thinks he could not die, he is not dead:        1060\n  Her voice is stopp’d, her joints forget to bow,\n  Her eyes are mad, that they have wept till now."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,\".", "input": "", "output": "Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,\nThat her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;\nAnd then she reprehends her mangling eye,           1065\nThat makes more gashes, where no breach should be:\n  His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled,\n  For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“My tongue cannot express my grief for one,         1069\".", "input": "", "output": "“My tongue cannot express my grief for one,         1069\nAnd yet,” quoth she, “behold two Adons dead!\nMy sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,\nMine eyes are turn’d to fire, my heart to lead:     1072\n  Heavy heart’s lead, melt at mine eyes’ red fire!\n  So shall I die by drops of hot desire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Alas poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!\".", "input": "", "output": "“Alas poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!\nWhat face remains alive that’s worth the viewing?\nWhose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast\nOf things long since, or anything ensuing?          1078\n  The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim,\n  But true sweet beauty liv’d and died with him."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081\".", "input": "", "output": "“Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!       1081\nNor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:\nHaving no fair to lose, you need not fear;\nThe sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you.\n  But when Adonis liv’d, sun and sharp air          1085\n  Lurk’d like two thieves, to rob him of his fair."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And therefore would he put his bonnet on,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And therefore would he put his bonnet on,\nUnder whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;          1088\nThe wind would blow it off, and being gone,\nPlay with his locks; then would Adonis weep;\n  And straight, in pity of his tender years,\n  They both would strive who first should dry his tears."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“To see his face the lion walk’d along              1093\".", "input": "", "output": "“To see his face the lion walk’d along              1093\nBehind some hedge, because he would not fear him;\nTo recreate himself when he hath sung,\nThe tiger would be tame and gently hear him.        1096\n  If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey,\n  And never fright the silly lamb that day."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“When he beheld his shadow in the brook,\".", "input": "", "output": "“When he beheld his shadow in the brook,\nThe fishes spread on it their golden gills;         1100\nWhen he was by, the birds such pleasure took,\nThat some would sing, some other in their bills\n  Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries,\n  He fed them with his sight, they him with berries."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar,      1105\".", "input": "", "output": "“But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar,      1105\nWhose downward eye still looketh for a grave,\nNe’er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;\nWitness the entertainment that he gave.             1108\n  If he did see his face, why then I know\n  He thought to kiss him, and hath kill’d him so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:\".", "input": "", "output": "“’Tis true, ’tis true; thus was Adonis slain:\nHe ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,          1112\nWho did not whet his teeth at him again,\nBut by a kiss thought to persuade him there;\n  And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine\n  Sheath’d unaware the tusk in his soft groin.      1116"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Had I been tooth’d like him, I must confess,\nWith kissing him I should have kill’d him first;\nBut he is dead, and never did he bless\nMy youth with his; the more am I accurst.”          1120\n  With this she falleth in the place she stood,\n  And stains her face with his congealed blood."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;\".", "input": "", "output": "She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;\nShe takes him by the hand, and that is cold,        1124\nShe whispers in his ears a heavy tale,\nAs if they heard the woeful words she told;\nShe lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,\nWhere lo, two lamps burnt out in darkness lies."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Two glasses where herself herself beheld            1129\".", "input": "", "output": "Two glasses where herself herself beheld            1129\nA thousand times, and now no more reflect;\nTheir virtue lost, wherein they late excell’d,\nAnd every beauty robb’d of his effect.              1132\n  “Wonder of time,” quoth she, “this is my spite,\n  That thou being dead, the day should yet be light."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Since thou art dead, lo here I prophesy,\nSorrow on love hereafter shall attend:              1136\nIt shall be waited on with jealousy,\nFind sweet beginning, but unsavoury end;\n  Ne’er settled equally, but high or low,\n  That all love’s pleasure shall not match his woe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud,       1141\".", "input": "", "output": "“It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud,       1141\nBud, and be blasted in a breathing while;\nThe bottom poison, and the top o’erstraw’d\nWith sweets that shall the truest sight beguile.    1144\n  The strongest body shall it make most weak,\n  Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“It shall be sparing, and too full of riot,\".", "input": "", "output": "“It shall be sparing, and too full of riot,\nTeaching decrepit age to tread the measures;        1148\nThe staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,\nPluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;\n  It shall be raging mad, and silly mild,\n  Make the young old, the old become a child.       1152"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“It shall suspect where is no cause of fear,\".", "input": "", "output": "“It shall suspect where is no cause of fear,\nIt shall not fear where it should most mistrust;\nIt shall be merciful, and too severe,\nAnd most deceiving when it seems most just;         1156\n  Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward,\n  Put fear to valour, courage to the coward."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“It shall be cause of war and dire events,\".", "input": "", "output": "“It shall be cause of war and dire events,\nAnd set dissension ’twixt the son and sire;         1160\nSubject and servile to all discontents,\nAs dry combustious matter is to fire,\n  Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy,\n  They that love best their love shall not enjoy.”  1164"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d\".", "input": "", "output": "By this the boy that by her side lay kill’d\nWas melted like a vapour from her sight,\nAnd in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d,\nA purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white,    1168\n  Resembling well his pale cheeks, and the blood\n  Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,\".", "input": "", "output": "She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,\nComparing it to her Adonis’ breath;                 1172\nAnd says within her bosom it shall dwell,\nSince he himself is reft from her by death;\n  She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears\n  Green-dropping sap, which she compares to tears."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Poor flower,” quoth she, “this was thy father’s guise,\nSweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire,\nFor every little grief to wet his eyes,\nTo grow unto himself was his desire,                1180\n  And so ’tis thine; but know, it is as good\n  To wither in my breast as in his blood."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Here was thy father’s bed, here in my breast;\nThou art the next of blood, and ’tis thy right:     1184\nLo in this hollow cradle take thy rest,\nMy throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:\n  There shall not be one minute in an hour\n  Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus weary of the world, away she hies,             1189\nAnd yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid\nTheir mistress mounted through the empty skies,\nIn her light chariot quickly is convey’d;           1192\n  Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen\n  Means to immure herself and not be seen."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE\".", "input": "", "output": "TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE\nHENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON,\nand Baron of Titchfield."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"the following theme\".", "input": "", "output": "The love I dedicate to your Lordship is without end; whereof this\npamphlet, without beginning, is but a superfluous moiety. The warrant I\nhave of your honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored\nlines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours; what\nI have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours. Were my\nworth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is\nbound to your Lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with\nall happiness."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Your Lordship’s in all duty,\".", "input": "", "output": "Your Lordship’s in all duty,\n                                WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lucius Tarquinius (for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus), after he\".", "input": "", "output": "Lucius Tarquinius (for his excessive pride surnamed Superbus), after he\nhad caused his own father-in-law, Servius Tullius, to be cruelly\nmurdered, and, contrary to the Roman laws and customs, not requiring or\nstaying for the people’s suffrages, had possessed himself of the\nkingdom, went, accompanied with his sons and other noblemen of Rome, to\nbesiege Ardea. During which siege the principal men of the army meeting\none evening at the tent of Sextus Tarquinius, the king’s son, in their\ndiscourses after supper, everyone commended the virtues of his own\nwife; among whom Collatinus extolled the incomparable chastity of his\nwife Lucretia. In that pleasant humour they all posted to Rome; and\nintending, by their secret and sudden arrival, to make trial of that\nwhich everyone had before avouched, only Collatinus finds his wife,\nthough it were late in the night, spinning amongst her maids: the other\nladies were all found dancing and revelling, or in several disports.\nWhereupon the noblemen yielded Collatinus the victory, and his wife the\nfame. At that time Sextus Tarquinius being inflamed with Lucrece’s\nbeauty, yet smothering his passions for the present, departed with the\nrest back to the camp; from whence he shortly after privily withdrew\nhimself, and was (according to his estate) royally entertained and\nlodged by Lucrece at Collatium. The same night he treacherously\nstealeth into her chamber, violently ravished her, and early in the\nmorning speedeth away. Lucrece, in this lamentable plight, hastily\ndispatched messengers, one to Rome for her father, another to the camp\nfor Collatine. They came, the one accompanied with Junius Brutus, the\nother with Publius Valerius; and finding Lucrece attired in mourning\nhabit, demanded the cause of her sorrow. She, first taking an oath of\nthem for her revenge, revealed the actor, and whole manner of his\ndealing, and withal suddenly stabbed herself. Which done, with one\nconsent they all vowed to root out the whole hated family of the\nTarquins; and bearing the dead body to Rome, Brutus acquainted the\npeople with the doer and manner of the vile deed, with a bitter\ninvective against the tyranny of the king; wherewith the people were so\nmoved, that with one consent and a general acclamation the Tarquins\nwere all exiled, and the state government changed from kings to\nconsuls."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"From the besieged Ardea all in post,\".", "input": "", "output": "From the besieged Ardea all in post,\nBorne by the trustless wings of false desire,\nLust-breathed Tarquin leaves the Roman host,\nAnd to Collatium bears the lightless fire,\nWhich in pale embers hid, lurks to aspire\n    And girdle with embracing flames the waist\n    Of Collatine’s fair love, Lucrece the chaste."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Haply that name of “chaste” unhapp’ly set\".", "input": "", "output": "Haply that name of “chaste” unhapp’ly set\nThis bateless edge on his keen appetite,\nWhen Collatine unwisely did not let\nTo praise the clear unmatched red and white\nWhich triumphed in that sky of his delight;\n    Where mortal stars as bright as heaven’s beauties,\n    With pure aspects did him peculiar duties."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For he the night before, in Tarquin’s tent\".", "input": "", "output": "For he the night before, in Tarquin’s tent\nUnlocked the treasure of his happy state,\nWhat priceless wealth the heavens had him lent\nIn the possession of his beauteous mate;\nReck’ning his fortune at such high proud rate\n    That kings might be espoused to more fame,\n    But king nor peer to such a peerless dame."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O happiness enjoyed but of a few,\".", "input": "", "output": "O happiness enjoyed but of a few,\nAnd, if possessed, as soon decayed and done\nAs is the morning’s silver melting dew\nAgainst the golden splendour of the sun!\nAn expired date, cancelled ere well begun.\n    Honour and beauty in the owner’s arms,\n    Are weakly fortressed from a world of harms."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Beauty itself doth of itself persuade\".", "input": "", "output": "Beauty itself doth of itself persuade\nThe eyes of men without an orator;\nWhat needeth then apologies be made,\nTo set forth that which is so singular?\nOr why is Collatine the publisher\n    Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown\n    From thievish ears, because it is his own?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Perchance his boast of Lucrece’ sov’reignty\".", "input": "", "output": "Perchance his boast of Lucrece’ sov’reignty\nSuggested this proud issue of a king;\nFor by our ears our hearts oft tainted be.\nPerchance that envy of so rich a thing,\nBraving compare, disdainfully did sting\n    His high-pitched thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt\n    That golden hap which their superiors want."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But some untimely thought did instigate\".", "input": "", "output": "But some untimely thought did instigate\nHis all-too-timeless speed, if none of those;\nHis honour, his affairs, his friends, his state,\nNeglected all, with swift intent he goes\nTo quench the coal which in his liver glows.\n    O rash false heat, wrapped in repentant cold,\n    Thy hasty spring still blasts and ne’er grows old!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When at Collatium this false lord arrived,\".", "input": "", "output": "When at Collatium this false lord arrived,\nWell was he welcomed by the Roman dame,\nWithin whose face beauty and virtue strived\nWhich of them both should underprop her fame.\nWhen virtue bragged, beauty would blush for shame;\n    When beauty boasted blushes, in despite\n    Virtue would stain that o’er with silver white."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But beauty, in that white intituled\".", "input": "", "output": "But beauty, in that white intituled\nFrom Venus’ doves, doth challenge that fair field.\nThen virtue claims from beauty beauty’s red,\nWhich virtue gave the golden age to gild\nTheir silver cheeks, and called it then their shield;\n    Teaching them thus to use it in the fight,\n    When shame assailed, the red should fence the white."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This heraldry in Lucrece’ face was seen,\".", "input": "", "output": "This heraldry in Lucrece’ face was seen,\nArgued by beauty’s red and virtue’s white.\nOf either’s colour was the other queen,\nProving from world’s minority their right.\nYet their ambition makes them still to fight;\n    The sovereignty of either being so great,\n    That oft they interchange each other’s seat."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Their silent war of lilies and of roses,\".", "input": "", "output": "Their silent war of lilies and of roses,\nWhich Tarquin viewed in her fair face’s field,\nIn their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses;\nWhere, lest between them both it should be killed,\nThe coward captive vanquished doth yield\n    To those two armies that would let him go\n    Rather than triumph in so false a foe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now thinks he that her husband’s shallow tongue,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now thinks he that her husband’s shallow tongue,\nThe niggard prodigal that praised her so,\nIn that high task hath done her beauty wrong,\nWhich far exceeds his barren skill to show.\nTherefore that praise which Collatine doth owe\n    Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise,\n    In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This earthly saint, adored by this devil,\".", "input": "", "output": "This earthly saint, adored by this devil,\nLittle suspecteth the false worshipper;\nFor unstained thoughts do seldom dream on evil;\nBirds never limed no secret bushes fear.\nSo guiltless she securely gives good cheer\n    And reverend welcome to her princely guest,\n    Whose inward ill no outward harm expressed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For that he coloured with his high estate,\".", "input": "", "output": "For that he coloured with his high estate,\nHiding base sin in pleats of majesty,\nThat nothing in him seemed inordinate,\nSave sometime too much wonder of his eye,\nWhich, having all, all could not satisfy;\n    But, poorly rich, so wanteth in his store\n    That, cloyed with much, he pineth still for more."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But she, that never coped with stranger eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "But she, that never coped with stranger eyes,\nCould pick no meaning from their parling looks,\nNor read the subtle shining secrecies\nWrit in the glassy margents of such books;\nShe touched no unknown baits, nor feared no hooks,\n    Nor could she moralize his wanton sight,\n    More than his eyes were opened to the light."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He stories to her ears her husband’s fame,\".", "input": "", "output": "He stories to her ears her husband’s fame,\nWon in the fields of fruitful Italy;\nAnd decks with praises Collatine’s high name,\nMade glorious by his manly chivalry\nWith bruised arms and wreaths of victory.\n    Her joy with heaved-up hand she doth express,\n    And, wordless, so greets heaven for his success."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Far from the purpose of his coming thither,\".", "input": "", "output": "Far from the purpose of his coming thither,\nHe makes excuses for his being there.\nNo cloudy show of stormy blust’ring weather\nDoth yet in his fair welkin once appear,\nTill sable Night, mother of dread and fear,\n    Upon the world dim darkness doth display,\n    And in her vaulty prison stows the day."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,\".", "input": "", "output": "For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed,\nIntending weariness with heavy sprite;\nFor after supper long he questioned\nWith modest Lucrece, and wore out the night.\nNow leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight,\n    And every one to rest themselves betake,\n    Save thieves and cares and troubled minds that wake."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving\".", "input": "", "output": "As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving\nThe sundry dangers of his will’s obtaining,\nYet ever to obtain his will resolving,\nThough weak-built hopes persuade him to abstaining.\nDespair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining,\n    And when great treasure is the meed proposed,\n    Though death be adjunct, there’s no death supposed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Those that much covet are with gain so fond\".", "input": "", "output": "Those that much covet are with gain so fond\nFor what they have not, that which they possess\nThey scatter and unloose it from their bond;\nAnd so, by hoping more, they have but less,\nOr, gaining more, the profit of excess\n    Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,\n    That they prove bankrout in this poor-rich gain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The aim of all is but to nurse the life\".", "input": "", "output": "The aim of all is but to nurse the life\nWith honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age;\nAnd in this aim there is such thwarting strife\nThat one for all or all for one we gage:\nAs life for honour in fell battle’s rage,\n    Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost\n    The death of all, and all together lost."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So that in vent’ring ill we leave to be\".", "input": "", "output": "So that in vent’ring ill we leave to be\nThe things we are, for that which we expect;\nAnd this ambitious foul infirmity,\nIn having much, torments us with defect\nOf that we have. So then we do neglect\n    The thing we have, and, all for want of wit,\n    Make something nothing by augmenting it."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,\".", "input": "", "output": "Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,\nPawning his honour to obtain his lust;\nAnd for himself himself he must forsake.\nThen where is truth, if there be no self-trust?\nWhen shall he think to find a stranger just,\n    When he himself himself confounds, betrays\n    To sland’rous tongues and wretched hateful days?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now stole upon the time the dead of night,\".", "input": "", "output": "Now stole upon the time the dead of night,\nWhen heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes.\nNo comfortable star did lend his light,\nNo noise but owls’ and wolves’ death-boding cries;\nNow serves the season that they may surprise\n    The silly lambs. Pure thoughts are dead and still,\n    While lust and murder wake to stain and kill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And now this lustful lord leaped from his bed,\".", "input": "", "output": "And now this lustful lord leaped from his bed,\nThrowing his mantle rudely o’er his arm;\nIs madly tossed between desire and dread;\nTh’ one sweetly flatters, th’ other feareth harm.\nBut honest fear, bewitched with lust’s foul charm,\n    Doth too too oft betake him to retire,\n    Beaten away by brain-sick rude desire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,\".", "input": "", "output": "His falchion on a flint he softly smiteth,\nThat from the cold stone sparks of fire do fly;\nWhereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth,\nWhich must be lodestar to his lustful eye,\nAnd to the flame thus speaks advisedly:\n    “As from this cold flint I enforced this fire,\n    So Lucrece must I force to my desire.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here pale with fear he doth premeditate\".", "input": "", "output": "Here pale with fear he doth premeditate\nThe dangers of his loathsome enterprise,\nAnd in his inward mind he doth debate\nWhat following sorrow may on this arise.\nThen looking scornfully, he doth despise\n    His naked armour of still-slaughtered lust,\n    And justly thus controls his thoughts unjust:"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not\".", "input": "", "output": "“Fair torch, burn out thy light, and lend it not\nTo darken her whose light excelleth thine.\nAnd die, unhallowed thoughts, before you blot\nWith your uncleanness that which is divine.\nOffer pure incense to so pure a shrine.\n    Let fair humanity abhor the deed\n    That spots and stains love’s modest snow-white weed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!\".", "input": "", "output": "“O shame to knighthood and to shining arms!\nO foul dishonour to my household’s grave!\nO impious act including all foul harms!\nA martial man to be soft fancy’s slave!\nTrue valour still a true respect should have.\n    Then my digression is so vile, so base,\n    That it will live engraven in my face."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive\".", "input": "", "output": "“Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive\nAnd be an eye-sore in my golden coat;\nSome loathsome dash the herald will contrive,\nTo cipher me how fondly I did dote,\nThat my posterity, shamed with the note,\n    Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin\n    To wish that I their father had not been."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What win I if I gain the thing I seek?\".", "input": "", "output": "“What win I if I gain the thing I seek?\nA dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.\nWho buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week,\nOr sells eternity to get a toy?\nFor one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?\n    Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,\n    Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“If Collatinus dream of my intent,\".", "input": "", "output": "“If Collatinus dream of my intent,\nWill he not wake, and in a desp’rate rage\nPost hither, this vile purpose to prevent?—\nThis siege that hath engirt his marriage,\nThis blur to youth, this sorrow to the sage,\n    This dying virtue, this surviving shame,\n    Whose crime will bear an ever-during blame?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O, what excuse can my invention make\".", "input": "", "output": "“O, what excuse can my invention make\nWhen thou shalt charge me with so black a deed?\nWill not my tongue be mute, my frail joints shake,\nMine eyes forgo their light, my false heart bleed?\nThe guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed;\n    And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly,\n    But coward-like with trembling terror die."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Had Collatinus killed my son or sire,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Had Collatinus killed my son or sire,\nOr lain in ambush to betray my life,\nOr were he not my dear friend, this desire\nMight have excuse to work upon his wife,\nAs in revenge or quittal of such strife;\n    But as he is my kinsman, my dear friend,\n    The shame and fault finds no excuse nor end."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known.\".", "input": "", "output": "“Shameful it is; ay, if the fact be known.\nHateful it is, there is no hate in loving.\nI’ll beg her love. But she is not her own.\nThe worst is but denial and reproving.\nMy will is strong, past reason’s weak removing.\n    Who fears a sentence or an old man’s saw\n    Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus, graceless, holds he disputation\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus, graceless, holds he disputation\n’Tween frozen conscience and hot-burning will,\nAnd with good thoughts makes dispensation,\nUrging the worser sense for vantage still;\nWhich in a moment doth confound and kill\n    All pure effects, and doth so far proceed\n    That what is vile shows like a virtuous deed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Quoth he, “She took me kindly by the hand,\".", "input": "", "output": "Quoth he, “She took me kindly by the hand,\nAnd gazed for tidings in my eager eyes,\nFearing some hard news from the warlike band\nWhere her beloved Collatinus lies.\nO how her fear did make her colour rise!\n    First red as roses that on lawn we lay,\n    Then white as lawn, the roses took away."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And how her hand, in my hand being locked,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And how her hand, in my hand being locked,\nForced it to tremble with her loyal fear,\nWhich struck her sad, and then it faster rocked,\nUntil her husband’s welfare she did hear;\nWhereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer\n    That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,\n    Self-love had never drowned him in the flood."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?\nAll orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.\nPoor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;\nLove thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.\nAffection is my captain, and he leadeth;\n    And when his gaudy banner is displayed,\n    The coward fights and will not be dismayed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Then, childish fear, avaunt! Debating, die!\".", "input": "", "output": "“Then, childish fear, avaunt! Debating, die!\nRespect and reason wait on wrinkled age!\nMy heart shall never countermand mine eye.\nSad pause and deep regard beseems the sage;\nMy part is youth, and beats these from the stage.\n    Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;\n    Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As corn o’ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear\".", "input": "", "output": "As corn o’ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear\nIs almost choked by unresisted lust.\nAway he steals with opening, list’ning ear,\nFull of foul hope, and full of fond mistrust;\nBoth which, as servitors to the unjust,\n    So cross him with their opposite persuasion\n    That now he vows a league, and now invasion."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Within his thought her heavenly image sits,\".", "input": "", "output": "Within his thought her heavenly image sits,\nAnd in the self-same seat sits Collatine.\nThat eye which looks on her confounds his wits;\nThat eye which him beholds, as more divine,\nUnto a view so false will not incline,\n    But with a pure appeal seeks to the heart,\n    Which once corrupted takes the worser part;"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And therein heartens up his servile powers,\".", "input": "", "output": "And therein heartens up his servile powers,\nWho, flattered by their leader’s jocund show,\nStuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours;\nAnd as their captain, so their pride doth grow,\nPaying more slavish tribute than they owe.\n    By reprobate desire thus madly led,\n    The Roman lord marcheth to Lucrece’ bed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The locks between her chamber and his will,\".", "input": "", "output": "The locks between her chamber and his will,\nEach one by him enforced, retires his ward;\nBut, as they open, they all rate his ill,\nWhich drives the creeping thief to some regard.\nThe threshold grates the door to have him heard;\n    Night-wand’ring weasels shriek to see him there;\n    They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As each unwilling portal yields him way,\".", "input": "", "output": "As each unwilling portal yields him way,\nThrough little vents and crannies of the place\nThe wind wars with his torch, to make him stay,\nAnd blows the smoke of it into his face,\nExtinguishing his conduct in this case;\n    But his hot heart, which fond desire doth scorch,\n    Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And being lighted, by the light he spies\".", "input": "", "output": "And being lighted, by the light he spies\nLucretia’s glove, wherein her needle sticks;\nHe takes it from the rushes where it lies,\nAnd griping it, the needle his finger pricks,\nAs who should say, “This glove to wanton tricks\n    Is not inured. Return again in haste;\n    Thou seest our mistress’ ornaments are chaste.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him;\".", "input": "", "output": "But all these poor forbiddings could not stay him;\nHe in the worst sense construes their denial.\nThe doors, the wind, the glove that did delay him,\nHe takes for accidental things of trial;\nOr as those bars which stop the hourly dial,\n    Who with a ling’ring stay his course doth let,\n    Till every minute pays the hour his debt."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So, so,” quoth he, “these lets attend the time,\".", "input": "", "output": "“So, so,” quoth he, “these lets attend the time,\nLike little frosts that sometime threat the spring,\nTo add a more rejoicing to the prime,\nAnd give the sneaped birds more cause to sing.\nPain pays the income of each precious thing:\n    Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves and sands\n    The merchant fears, ere rich at home he lands.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Now is he come unto the chamber door\".", "input": "", "output": "Now is he come unto the chamber door\nThat shuts him from the heaven of his thought,\nWhich with a yielding latch, and with no more,\nHath barred him from the blessed thing he sought.\nSo from himself impiety hath wrought,\n    That for his prey to pray he doth begin,\n    As if the heavens should countenance his sin."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,\".", "input": "", "output": "But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer,\nHaving solicited th’ eternal power\nThat his foul thoughts might compass his fair fair,\nAnd they would stand auspicious to the hour,\nEven there he starts. Quoth he, “I must deflower.\n    The powers to whom I pray abhor this fact,\n    How can they then assist me in the act?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide!\".", "input": "", "output": "“Then Love and Fortune be my gods, my guide!\nMy will is backed with resolution.\nThoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried;\nThe blackest sin is cleared with absolution.\nAgainst love’s fire fear’s frost hath dissolution.\n    The eye of heaven is out, and misty night\n    Covers the shame that follows sweet delight.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, his guilty hand plucked up the latch,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, his guilty hand plucked up the latch,\nAnd with his knee the door he opens wide.\nThe dove sleeps fast that this night-owl will catch;\nThus treason works ere traitors be espied.\nWho sees the lurking serpent steps aside;\n    But she, sound sleeping, fearing no such thing,\n    Lies at the mercy of his mortal sting."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,\".", "input": "", "output": "Into the chamber wickedly he stalks,\nAnd gazeth on her yet unstained bed.\nThe curtains being close, about he walks,\nRolling his greedy eyeballs in his head.\nBy their high treason is his heart misled,\n    Which gives the watch-word to his hand full soon\n    To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,\".", "input": "", "output": "Look as the fair and fiery-pointed sun,\nRushing from forth a cloud, bereaves our sight;\nEven so, the curtain drawn, his eyes begun\nTo wink, being blinded with a greater light.\nWhether it is that she reflects so bright,\n    That dazzleth them, or else some shame supposed;\n    But blind they are, and keep themselves enclosed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O, had they in that darksome prison died,\".", "input": "", "output": "O, had they in that darksome prison died,\nThen had they seen the period of their ill!\nThen Collatine again by Lucrece’ side\nIn his clear bed might have reposed still.\nBut they must ope, this blessed league to kill;\n    And holy-thoughted Lucrece to their sight\n    Must sell her joy, her life, her world’s delight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,\nCoz’ning the pillow of a lawful kiss;\nWho, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,\nSwelling on either side to want his bliss;\nBetween whose hills her head entombed is,\n    Where like a virtuous monument she lies,\n    To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Without the bed her other fair hand was,\".", "input": "", "output": "Without the bed her other fair hand was,\nOn the green coverlet; whose perfect white\nShowed like an April daisy on the grass,\nWith pearly sweat resembling dew of night.\nHer eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light,\n    And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,\n    Till they might open to adorn the day."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her hair, like golden threads, played with her breath:\".", "input": "", "output": "Her hair, like golden threads, played with her breath:\nO modest wantons, wanton modesty!\nShowing life’s triumph in the map of death,\nAnd death’s dim look in life’s mortality.\nEach in her sleep themselves so beautify,\n    As if between them twain there were no strife,\n    But that life lived in death and death in life."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue,\nA pair of maiden worlds unconquered,\nSave of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,\nAnd him by oath they truly honoured.\nThese worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred;\n    Who, like a foul usurper, went about\n    From this fair throne to heave the owner out."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"What could he see but mightily he noted?\".", "input": "", "output": "What could he see but mightily he noted?\nWhat did he note but strongly he desired?\nWhat he beheld, on that he firmly doted,\nAnd in his will his wilful eye he tired.\nWith more than admiration he admired\n    Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,\n    Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As the grim lion fawneth o’er his prey,\".", "input": "", "output": "As the grim lion fawneth o’er his prey,\nSharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,\nSo o’er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,\nHis rage of lust by grazing qualified—\nSlaked, not suppressed; for standing by her side,\n    His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,\n    Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,\".", "input": "", "output": "And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,\nObdurate vassals fell exploits effecting,\nIn bloody death and ravishment delighting,\nNor children’s tears nor mothers’ groans respecting,\nSwell in their pride, the onset still expecting.\n    Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,\n    Gives the hot charge and bids them do their liking."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,\".", "input": "", "output": "His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,\nHis eye commends the leading to his hand;\nHis hand, as proud of such a dignity,\nSmoking with pride, marched on to make his stand\nOn her bare breast, the heart of all her land;\n    Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,\n    Left their round turrets destitute and pale."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"They, must’ring to the quiet cabinet\".", "input": "", "output": "They, must’ring to the quiet cabinet\nWhere their dear governess and lady lies,\nDo tell her she is dreadfully beset,\nAnd fright her with confusion of their cries.\nShe, much amazed, breaks ope her locked-up eyes,\n    Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,\n    Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Imagine her as one in dead of night\".", "input": "", "output": "Imagine her as one in dead of night\nFrom forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,\nThat thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,\nWhose grim aspect sets every joint a shaking.\nWhat terror ’tis! but she, in worser taking,\n    From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view\n    The sight which makes supposed terror true."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears,\".", "input": "", "output": "Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears,\nLike to a new-killed bird she trembling lies.\nShe dares not look; yet, winking, there appears\nQuick-shifting antics, ugly in her eyes.\nSuch shadows are the weak brain’s forgeries;\n    Who, angry that the eyes fly from their lights,\n    In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,\".", "input": "", "output": "His hand, that yet remains upon her breast,\nRude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!\nMay feel her heart, poor citizen, distressed,\nWounding itself to death, rise up and fall,\nBeating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.\n    This moves in him more rage, and lesser pity,\n    To make the breach and enter this sweet city."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"First, like a trumpet doth his tongue begin\".", "input": "", "output": "First, like a trumpet doth his tongue begin\nTo sound a parley to his heartless foe,\nWho o’er the white sheet peers her whiter chin,\nThe reason of this rash alarm to know,\nWhich he by dumb demeanour seeks to show;\n    But she with vehement prayers urgeth still\n    Under what colour he commits this ill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus he replies: “The colour in thy face,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus he replies: “The colour in thy face,\nThat even for anger makes the lily pale,\nAnd the red rose blush at her own disgrace,\nShall plead for me and tell my loving tale.\nUnder that colour am I come to scale\n    Thy never-conquered fort; the fault is thine,\n    For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide:\nThy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night,\nWhere thou with patience must my will abide,\nMy will that marks thee for my earth’s delight,\nWhich I to conquer sought with all my might.\n    But as reproof and reason beat it dead,\n    By thy bright beauty was it newly bred."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“I see what crosses my attempt will bring;\".", "input": "", "output": "“I see what crosses my attempt will bring;\nI know what thorns the growing rose defends;\nI think the honey guarded with a sting;\nAll this beforehand counsel comprehends.\nBut will is deaf, and hears no heedful friends;\n    Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty,\n    And dotes on what he looks, ’gainst law or duty."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“I have debated, even in my soul,\".", "input": "", "output": "“I have debated, even in my soul,\nWhat wrong, what shame, what sorrow I shall breed;\nBut nothing can affection’s course control,\nOr stop the headlong fury of his speed.\nI know repentant tears ensue the deed,\n    Reproach, disdain, and deadly enmity;\n    Yet strike I to embrace mine infamy.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, he shakes aloft his Roman blade,\nWhich, like a falcon tow’ring in the skies,\nCoucheth the fowl below with his wings’ shade,\nWhose crooked beak threats, if he mount he dies.\nSo under his insulting falchion lies\n    Harmless Lucretia, marking what he tells\n    With trembling fear, as fowl hear falcon’s bells."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Lucrece,” quoth he, “this night I must enjoy thee.\".", "input": "", "output": "“Lucrece,” quoth he, “this night I must enjoy thee.\nIf thou deny, then force must work my way,\nFor in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee;\nThat done, some worthless slave of thine I’ll slay.\nTo kill thine honour with thy life’s decay;\n    And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him,\n    Swearing I slew him, seeing thee embrace him."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So thy surviving husband shall remain\".", "input": "", "output": "“So thy surviving husband shall remain\nThe scornful mark of every open eye;\nThy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain,\nThy issue blurred with nameless bastardy.\nAnd thou, the author of their obloquy,\n    Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes\n     And sung by children in succeeding times."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend.\".", "input": "", "output": "“But if thou yield, I rest thy secret friend.\nThe fault unknown is as a thought unacted;\nA little harm done to a great good end\nFor lawful policy remains enacted.\nThe poisonous simple sometimes is compacted\n    In a pure compound; being so applied,\n    His venom in effect is purified."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Then, for thy husband and thy children’s sake,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Then, for thy husband and thy children’s sake,\nTender my suit. Bequeath not to their lot\nThe shame that from them no device can take,\nThe blemish that will never be forgot,\nWorse than a slavish wipe, or birth-hour’s blot:\n    For marks descried in men’s nativity\n    Are nature’s faults, not their own infamy.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here with a cockatrice’ dead-killing eye\".", "input": "", "output": "Here with a cockatrice’ dead-killing eye\nHe rouseth up himself and makes a pause;\nWhile she, the picture of pure piety,\nLike a white hind under the gripe’s sharp claws,\nPleads in a wilderness where are no laws,\n    To the rough beast that knows no gentle right,\n    Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But when a black-faced cloud the world doth threat,\".", "input": "", "output": "But when a black-faced cloud the world doth threat,\nIn his dim mist th’ aspiring mountains hiding,\nFrom earth’s dark womb some gentle gust doth get,\nWhich blows these pitchy vapours from their biding,\nHind’ring their present fall by this dividing;\n    So his unhallowed haste her words delays,\n    And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Yet, foul night-waking cat, he doth but dally,\".", "input": "", "output": "Yet, foul night-waking cat, he doth but dally,\nWhile in his hold-fast foot the weak mouse panteth.\nHer sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly,\nA swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth.\nHis ear her prayers admits, but his heart granteth\n    No penetrable entrance to her plaining;\n    Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed\".", "input": "", "output": "Her pity-pleading eyes are sadly fixed\nIn the remorseless wrinkles of his face.\nHer modest eloquence with sighs is mixed,\nWhich to her oratory adds more grace.\nShe puts the period often from his place,\n    And midst the sentence so her accent breaks\n    That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She conjures him by high almighty Jove,\".", "input": "", "output": "She conjures him by high almighty Jove,\nBy knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship’s oath,\nBy her untimely tears, her husband’s love,\nBy holy human law, and common troth,\nBy heaven and earth, and all the power of both,\n    That to his borrowed bed he make retire,\n    And stoop to honour, not to foul desire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Quoth she, “Reward not hospitality\".", "input": "", "output": "Quoth she, “Reward not hospitality\nWith such black payment as thou hast pretended;\nMud not the fountain that gave drink to thee,\nMar not the thing that cannot be amended.\nEnd thy ill aim before the shoot be ended;\n    He is no woodman that doth bend his bow\n    To strike a poor unseasonable doe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me.\".", "input": "", "output": "“My husband is thy friend; for his sake spare me.\nThyself art mighty; for thine own sake leave me.\nMyself a weakling, do not then ensnare me;\nThou look’st not like deceit; do not deceive me.\nMy sighs, like whirlwinds, labour hence to heave thee.\n    If ever man were moved with woman’s moans,\n    Be moved with my tears, my sighs, my groans."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“All which together, like a troubled ocean,\".", "input": "", "output": "“All which together, like a troubled ocean,\nBeat at thy rocky and wrack-threat’ning heart,\nTo soften it with their continual motion;\nFor stones dissolved to water do convert.\nO, if no harder than a stone thou art,\n    Melt at my tears and be compassionate!\n    Soft pity enters at an iron gate."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“In Tarquin’s likeness I did entertain thee.\".", "input": "", "output": "“In Tarquin’s likeness I did entertain thee.\nHast thou put on his shape to do him shame?\nTo all the host of heaven I complain me,\nThou wrong’st his honour, wound’st his princely name.\nThou art not what thou seem’st; and if the same,\n    Thou seem’st not what thou art, a god, a king;\n    For kings like gods should govern everything."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,\".", "input": "", "output": "“How will thy shame be seeded in thine age,\nWhen thus thy vices bud before thy spring?\nIf in thy hope thou dar’st do such outrage,\nWhat dar’st thou not when once thou art a king?\nO, be remembered, no outrageous thing\n    From vassal actors can be wiped away;\n    Then kings’ misdeeds cannot be hid in clay."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“This deed will make thee only loved for fear,\".", "input": "", "output": "“This deed will make thee only loved for fear,\nBut happy monarchs still are feared for love.\nWith foul offenders thou perforce must bear,\nWhen they in thee the like offences prove.\nIf but for fear of this, thy will remove,\n    For princes are the glass, the school, the book,\n    Where subjects’ eyes do learn, do read, do look."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn?\".", "input": "", "output": "“And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn?\nMust he in thee read lectures of such shame?\nWilt thou be glass, wherein it shall discern\nAuthority for sin, warrant for blame,\nTo privilege dishonour in thy name?\n    Thou back’st reproach against long-living laud,\n    And mak’st fair reputation but a bawd."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Hast thou command? By him that gave it thee,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Hast thou command? By him that gave it thee,\nFrom a pure heart command thy rebel will.\nDraw not thy sword to guard iniquity,\nFor it was lent thee all that brood to kill.\nThy princely office how canst thou fulfill,\n    When, patterned by thy fault, foul Sin may say\n    He learned to sin, and thou didst teach the way?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Think but how vile a spectacle it were\".", "input": "", "output": "“Think but how vile a spectacle it were\nTo view thy present trespass in another.\nMen’s faults do seldom to themselves appear;\nTheir own transgressions partially they smother.\nThis guilt would seem death-worthy in thy brother.\n    O how are they wrapped in with infamies\n    That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal,\".", "input": "", "output": "“To thee, to thee, my heaved-up hands appeal,\nNot to seducing lust, thy rash relier.\nI sue for exiled majesty’s repeal;\nLet him return, and flatt’ring thoughts retire.\nHis true respect will prison false desire,\n    And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eyne,\n    That thou shalt see thy state, and pity mine.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Have done,” quoth he. “My uncontrolled tide\".", "input": "", "output": "“Have done,” quoth he. “My uncontrolled tide\nTurns not, but swells the higher by this let.\nSmall lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide,\nAnd with the wind in greater fury fret.\nThe petty streams that pay a daily debt\n    To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls’ haste\n    Add to his flow, but alter not his taste.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou art,” quoth she, “a sea, a sovereign king,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou art,” quoth she, “a sea, a sovereign king,\nAnd, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood\nBlack lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning,\nWho seek to stain the ocean of thy blood.\nIf all these petty ills shall change thy good,\n    Thy sea within a puddle’s womb is hearsed,\n    And not the puddle in thy sea dispersed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave;\".", "input": "", "output": "“So shall these slaves be king, and thou their slave;\nThou nobly base, they basely dignified;\nThou their fair life, and they thy fouler grave;\nThou loathed in their shame, they in thy pride.\nThe lesser thing should not the greater hide;\n    The cedar stoops not to the base shrub’s foot,\n    But low shrubs wither at the cedar’s root."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state”—\".", "input": "", "output": "“So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state”—\n“No more,” quoth he, “by heaven, I will not hear thee.\nYield to my love. If not, enforced hate,\nInstead of love’s coy touch, shall rudely tear thee.\nThat done, despitefully I mean to bear thee\n    Unto the base bed of some rascal groom,\n    To be thy partner in this shameful doom.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, he sets his foot upon the light,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, he sets his foot upon the light,\nFor light and lust are deadly enemies.\nShame folded up in blind concealing night,\nWhen most unseen, then most doth tyrannize.\nThe wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries,\n    Till with her own white fleece her voice controlled\n    Entombs her outcry in her lips’ sweet fold."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For with the nightly linen that she wears\".", "input": "", "output": "For with the nightly linen that she wears\nHe pens her piteous clamours in her head,\nCooling his hot face in the chastest tears\nThat ever modest eyes with sorrow shed.\nO, that prone lust should stain so pure a bed!\n    The spots whereof could weeping purify,\n    Her tears should drop on them perpetually."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,\".", "input": "", "output": "But she hath lost a dearer thing than life,\nAnd he hath won what he would lose again.\nThis forced league doth force a further strife;\nThis momentary joy breeds months of pain;\nThis hot desire converts to cold disdain.\n    Pure Chastity is rifled of her store,\n    And Lust, the thief, far poorer than before."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Look as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,\".", "input": "", "output": "Look as the full-fed hound or gorged hawk,\nUnapt for tender smell or speedy flight,\nMake slow pursuit, or altogether balk\nThe prey wherein by nature they delight;\nSo surfeit-taking Tarquin fares this night.\n    His taste delicious, in digestion souring,\n    Devours his will, that lived by foul devouring."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"O deeper sin than bottomless conceit\".", "input": "", "output": "O deeper sin than bottomless conceit\nCan comprehend in still imagination!\nDrunken desire must vomit his receipt,\nEre he can see his own abomination.\nWhile lust is in his pride no exclamation\n    Can curb his heat or rein his rash desire,\n    Till, like a jade, self-will himself doth tire."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And then with lank and lean discoloured cheek,\".", "input": "", "output": "And then with lank and lean discoloured cheek,\nWith heavy eye, knit brow, and strengthless pace,\nFeeble desire, all recreant, poor, and meek,\nLike to a bankrout beggar wails his case.\nThe flesh being proud, desire doth fight with Grace,\n    For there it revels; and when that decays,\n    The guilty rebel for remission prays."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,\".", "input": "", "output": "So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome,\nWho this accomplishment so hotly chased;\nFor now against himself he sounds this doom,\nThat through the length of times he stands disgraced.\nBesides, his soul’s fair temple is defaced,\n    To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares,\n    To ask the spotted princess how she fares."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She says her subjects with foul insurrection\".", "input": "", "output": "She says her subjects with foul insurrection\nHave battered down her consecrated wall,\nAnd by their mortal fault brought in subjection\nHer immortality, and made her thrall\nTo living death and pain perpetual,\n    Which in her prescience she controlled still,\n    But her foresight could not forestall their will."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"E’en in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,\".", "input": "", "output": "E’en in this thought through the dark night he stealeth,\nA captive victor that hath lost in gain,\nBearing away the wound that nothing healeth,\nThe scar that will, despite of cure, remain;\nLeaving his spoil perplexed in greater pain.\n    She bears the load of lust he left behind,\n    And he the burden of a guilty mind."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;\".", "input": "", "output": "He like a thievish dog creeps sadly thence;\nShe like a wearied lamb lies panting there;\nHe scowls, and hates himself for his offence;\nShe, desperate, with her nails her flesh doth tear.\nHe faintly flies, sweating with guilty fear;\n    She stays, exclaiming on the direful night;\n    He runs, and chides his vanished, loathed delight."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"He thence departs a heavy convertite;\".", "input": "", "output": "He thence departs a heavy convertite;\nShe there remains a hopeless castaway.\nHe in his speed looks for the morning light;\nShe prays she never may behold the day.\n“For day,” quoth she, “night’s scapes doth open lay,\n    And my true eyes have never practised how\n    To cloak offences with a cunning brow."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“They think not but that every eye can see\".", "input": "", "output": "“They think not but that every eye can see\nThe same disgrace which they themselves behold;\nAnd therefore would they still in darkness be,\nTo have their unseen sin remain untold.\nFor they their guilt with weeping will unfold,\n    And grave, like water that doth eat in steel,\n    Upon my cheeks what helpless shame I feel.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here she exclaims against repose and rest,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here she exclaims against repose and rest,\nAnd bids her eyes hereafter still be blind.\nShe wakes her heart by beating on her breast,\nAnd bids it leap from thence, where it may find\nSome purer chest, to close so pure a mind.\n    Frantic with grief thus breathes she forth her spite\n    Against the unseen secrecy of night."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O comfort-killing night, image of hell,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O comfort-killing night, image of hell,\nDim register and notary of shame,\nBlack stage for tragedies and murders fell,\nVast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame,\nBlind muffled bawd, dark harbour for defame,\n    Grim cave of death, whisp’ring conspirator\n    With close-tongued treason and the ravisher!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O hateful, vaporous, and foggy night,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O hateful, vaporous, and foggy night,\nSince thou art guilty of my cureless crime,\nMuster thy mists to meet the eastern light,\nMake war against proportioned course of time;\nOr if thou wilt permit the sun to climb\n    His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,\n    Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“With rotten damps ravish the morning air;\".", "input": "", "output": "“With rotten damps ravish the morning air;\nLet their exhaled unwholesome breaths make sick\nThe life of purity, the supreme fair,\nEre he arrive his weary noontide prick.\nAnd let thy misty vapours march so thick,\n    That in their smoky ranks his smothered light\n    May set at noon and make perpetual night."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Were Tarquin night, as he is but night’s child,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Were Tarquin night, as he is but night’s child,\nThe silver-shining queen he would distain;\nHer twinkling handmaids too, by him defiled,\nThrough Night’s black bosom should not peep again.\nSo should I have co-partners in my pain;\n    And fellowship in woe doth woe assuage,\n    As palmers’ chat makes short their pilgrimage."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Where now I have no one to blush with me,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Where now I have no one to blush with me,\nTo cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,\nTo mask their brows, and hide their infamy;\nBut I alone alone must sit and pine,\nSeasoning the earth with showers of silver brine,\n    Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,\n    Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O night, thou furnace of foul reeking smoke,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O night, thou furnace of foul reeking smoke,\nLet not the jealous day behold that face\nWhich underneath thy black all-hiding cloak\nImmodesty lies martyred with disgrace!\nKeep still possession of thy gloomy place,\n    That all the faults which in thy reign are made\n    May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Make me not object to the tell-tale day.\".", "input": "", "output": "“Make me not object to the tell-tale day.\nThe light will show charactered in my brow\nThe story of sweet chastity’s decay,\nThe impious breach of holy wedlock vow.\nYea, the illiterate, that know not how\n    To cipher what is writ in learned books,\n    Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story\".", "input": "", "output": "“The nurse, to still her child, will tell my story\nAnd fright her crying babe with Tarquin’s name.\nThe orator, to deck his oratory,\nWill couple my reproach to Tarquin’s shame.\nFeast-finding minstrels, tuning my defame,\n    Will tie the hearers to attend each line,\n    How Tarquin wronged me, I Collatine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Let my good name, that senseless reputation,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Let my good name, that senseless reputation,\nFor Collatine’s dear love be kept unspotted.\nIf that be made a theme for disputation,\nThe branches of another root are rotted,\nAnd undeserved reproach to him allotted\n    That is as clear from this attaint of mine\n    As I, ere this, was pure to Collatine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O unseen shame, invisible disgrace!\".", "input": "", "output": "“O unseen shame, invisible disgrace!\nO unfelt sore, crest-wounding, private scar!\nReproach is stamped in Collatinus’ face,\nAnd Tarquin’s eye may read the mot afar,\nHow he in peace is wounded, not in war.\n    Alas, how many bear such shameful blows,\n    Which not themselves, but he that gives them knows!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,\".", "input": "", "output": "“If, Collatine, thine honour lay in me,\nFrom me by strong assault it is bereft.\nMy honey lost, and I, a drone-like bee,\nHave no perfection of my summer left,\nBut robbed and ransacked by injurious theft.\n    In thy weak hive a wand’ring wasp hath crept,\n    And sucked the honey which thy chaste bee kept."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Yet am I guilty of thy honour’s wrack;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Yet am I guilty of thy honour’s wrack;\nYet for thy honour did I entertain him.\nComing from thee, I could not put him back,\nFor it had been dishonour to disdain him.\nBesides, of weariness he did complain him,\n    And talked of virtue. O unlooked-for evil,\n    When virtue is profaned in such a devil!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?\nOr hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows’ nests?\nOr toads infect fair founts with venom mud?\nOr tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts?\nOr kings be breakers of their own behests?\n    But no perfection is so absolute\n    That some impurity doth not pollute."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The aged man that coffers up his gold\".", "input": "", "output": "“The aged man that coffers up his gold\nIs plagued with cramps, and gouts and painful fits,\nAnd scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold,\nBut like still-pining Tantalus he sits,\nAnd useless barns the harvest of his wits,\n    Having no other pleasure of his gain\n    But torment that it cannot cure his pain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“So then he hath it when he cannot use it,\".", "input": "", "output": "“So then he hath it when he cannot use it,\nAnd leaves it to be mastered by his young,\nWho in their pride do presently abuse it.\nTheir father was too weak, and they too strong,\nTo hold their cursed-blessed fortune long.\n    The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours\n    Even in the moment that we call them ours."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring;\nUnwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers;\nThe adder hisses where the sweet birds sing;\nWhat virtue breeds iniquity devours.\nWe have no good that we can say is ours,\n    But ill-annexed Opportunity\n    Or kills his life or else his quality."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!\".", "input": "", "output": "“O Opportunity, thy guilt is great!\n’Tis thou that execut’st the traitor’s treason;\nThou sets the wolf where he the lamb may get;\nWhoever plots the sin, thou ’point’st the season.\n’Tis thou that spurn’st at right, at law, at reason;\n    And in thy shady cell, where none may spy him,\n    Sits Sin, to seize the souls that wander by him."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou mak’st the vestal violate her oath;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou mak’st the vestal violate her oath;\nThou blow’st the fire when temperance is thawed;\nThou smother’st honesty, thou murder’st troth,\nThou foul abettor, thou notorious bawd!\nThou plantest scandal and displacest laud.\n    Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou false thief,\n    Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,\nThy private feasting to a public fast,\nThy smoothing titles to a ragged name,\nThy sugared tongue to bitter wormwood taste.\nThy violent vanities can never last.\n    How comes it then, vile Opportunity,\n    Being so bad, such numbers seek for thee?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“When wilt thou be the humble suppliant’s friend,\".", "input": "", "output": "“When wilt thou be the humble suppliant’s friend,\nAnd bring him where his suit may be obtained?\nWhen wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end,\nOr free that soul which wretchedness hath chained?\nGive physic to the sick, ease to the pained?\n    The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee;\n    But they ne’er meet with Opportunity."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The patient dies while the physician sleeps;\".", "input": "", "output": "“The patient dies while the physician sleeps;\nThe orphan pines while the oppressor feeds;\nJustice is feasting while the widow weeps;\nAdvice is sporting while infection breeds.\nThou grant’st no time for charitable deeds.\n    Wrath, envy, treason, rape, and murder’s rages,\n    Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“When truth and virtue have to do with thee,\".", "input": "", "output": "“When truth and virtue have to do with thee,\nA thousand crosses keep them from thy aid;\nThey buy thy help; but Sin ne’er gives a fee;\nHe gratis comes, and thou art well appaid\nAs well to hear as grant what he hath said.\n    My Collatine would else have come to me\n    When Tarquin did, but he was stayed by thee."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Guilty thou art of murder and of theft,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Guilty thou art of murder and of theft,\nGuilty of perjury and subornation,\nGuilty of treason, forgery, and shift,\nGuilty of incest, that abomination:\nAn accessory by thine inclination\n    To all sins past and all that are to come,\n    From the creation to the general doom."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Misshapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Misshapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,\nSwift subtle post, carrier of grisly care,\nEater of youth, false slave to false delight,\nBase watch of woes, sin’s pack-horse, virtue’s snare!\nThou nursest all and murd’rest all that are.\n    O hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!\n    Be guilty of my death, since of my crime."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why hath thy servant, Opportunity\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why hath thy servant, Opportunity\nBetrayed the hours thou gav’st me to repose,\nCancelled my fortunes, and enchained me\nTo endless date of never-ending woes?\nTime’s office is to fine the hate of foes,\n    To eat up errors by opinion bred,\n    Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Time’s glory is to calm contending kings,\nTo unmask falsehood and bring truth to light,\nTo stamp the seal of time in aged things,\nTo wake the morn and sentinel the night,\nTo wrong the wronger till he render right,\n    To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,\n    And smear with dust their glitt’ring golden towers;"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,\".", "input": "", "output": "“To fill with worm-holes stately monuments,\nTo feed oblivion with decay of things,\nTo blot old books and alter their contents,\nTo pluck the quills from ancient ravens’ wings,\nTo dry the old oak’s sap and cherish springs,\n    To spoil antiquities of hammered steel,\n    And turn the giddy round of Fortune’s wheel;"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“To show the beldam daughters of her daughter,\".", "input": "", "output": "“To show the beldam daughters of her daughter,\nTo make the child a man, the man a child,\nTo slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter,\nTo tame the unicorn and lion wild,\nTo mock the subtle in themselves beguiled,\n    To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops,\n    And waste huge stones with little water-drops."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why work’st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why work’st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,\nUnless thou couldst return to make amends?\nOne poor retiring minute in an age\nWould purchase thee a thousand thousand friends,\nLending him wit that to bad debtors lends.\n    O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back,\n    I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity,\nWith some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight.\nDevise extremes beyond extremity,\nTo make him curse this cursed crimeful night.\nLet ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright,\n    And the dire thought of his committed evil\n    Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances,\nAfflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;\nLet there bechance him pitiful mischances,\nTo make him moan, but pity not his moans.\nStone him with hard’ned hearts harder than stones,\n    And let mild women to him lose their mildness,\n    Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Let him have time to tear his curled hair,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Let him have time to tear his curled hair,\nLet him have time against himself to rave,\nLet him have time of Time’s help to despair,\nLet him have time to live a loathed slave,\nLet him have time a beggar’s orts to crave,\n    And time to see one that by alms doth live\n    Disdain to him disdained scraps to give."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Let him have time to see his friends his foes,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Let him have time to see his friends his foes,\nAnd merry fools to mock at him resort;\nLet him have time to mark how slow time goes\nIn time of sorrow, and how swift and short\nHis time of folly and his time of sport;\n    And ever let his unrecalling crime\n    Have time to wail th’ abusing of his time."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad,\nTeach me to curse him that thou taught’st this ill!\nAt his own shadow let the thief run mad,\nHimself himself seek every hour to kill.\nSuch wretched hands such wretched blood should spill,\n    For who so base would such an office have\n    As sland’rous deathsman to so base a slave?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The baser is he, coming from a king,\".", "input": "", "output": "“The baser is he, coming from a king,\nTo shame his hope with deeds degenerate.\nThe mightier man, the mightier is the thing\nThat makes him honoured or begets him hate;\nFor greatest scandal waits on greatest state.\n    The moon being clouded presently is missed,\n    But little stars may hide them when they list."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire,\".", "input": "", "output": "“The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire,\nAnd unperceived fly with the filth away;\nBut if the like the snow-white swan desire,\nThe stain upon his silver down will stay.\nPoor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day.\n    Gnats are unnoted wheresoe’er they fly,\n    But eagles gazed upon with every eye."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools,\nUnprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!\nBusy yourselves in skill-contending schools;\nDebate where leisure serves with dull debaters;\nTo trembling clients be you mediators.\n    For me, I force not argument a straw,\n    Since that my case is past the help of law."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“In vain I rail at Opportunity,\".", "input": "", "output": "“In vain I rail at Opportunity,\nAt Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful night;\nIn vain I cavil with mine infamy,\nIn vain I spurn at my confirmed despite.\nThis helpless smoke of words doth me no right.\n    The remedy indeed to do me good\n    Is to let forth my foul defiled blood."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Poor hand, why quiver’st thou at this decree?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Poor hand, why quiver’st thou at this decree?\nHonour thyself to rid me of this shame,\nFor if I die, my honour lives in thee,\nBut if I live, thou liv’st in my defame.\nSince thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame,\n    And wast afeared to scratch her wicked foe,\n    Kill both thyself and her for yielding so.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, from her betumbled couch she starteth,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, from her betumbled couch she starteth,\nTo find some desp’rate instrument of death;\nBut this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth\nTo make more vent for passage of her breath,\nWhich, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth\n    As smoke from Ætna, that in air consumes,\n    Or that which from discharged cannon fumes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“In vain,” quoth she, “I live, and seek in vain\".", "input": "", "output": "“In vain,” quoth she, “I live, and seek in vain\nSome happy mean to end a hapless life.\nI feared by Tarquin’s falchion to be slain,\nYet for the self-same purpose seek a knife.\nBut when I feared I was a loyal wife;\n    So am I now.—O no, that cannot be!\n    Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O that is gone for which I sought to live,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O that is gone for which I sought to live,\nAnd therefore now I need not fear to die.\nTo clear this spot by death, at least I give\nA badge of fame to slander’s livery,\nA dying life to living infamy.\n    Poor helpless help, the treasure stol’n away,\n    To burn the guiltless casket where it lay!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know\".", "input": "", "output": "“Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know\nThe stained taste of violated troth;\nI will not wrong thy true affection so,\nTo flatter thee with an infringed oath.\nThis bastard graff shall never come to growth;\n    He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute\n    That thou art doting father of his fruit."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought,\nNor laugh with his companions at thy state;\nBut thou shalt know thy int’rest was not bought\nBasely with gold, but stol’n from forth thy gate.\nFor me, I am the mistress of my fate,\n    And with my trespass never will dispense,\n    Till life to death acquit my forced offence."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“I will not poison thee with my attaint,\".", "input": "", "output": "“I will not poison thee with my attaint,\nNor fold my fault in cleanly-coined excuses;\nMy sable ground of sin I will not paint,\nTo hide the truth of this false night’s abuses.\nMy tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices,\n    As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale,\n    Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this, lamenting Philomel had ended\".", "input": "", "output": "By this, lamenting Philomel had ended\nThe well-tuned warble of her nightly sorrow,\nAnd solemn night with slow sad gait descended\nTo ugly hell; when, lo, the blushing morrow\nLends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow.\n    But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see,\n    And therefore still in night would cloistered be."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Revealing day through every cranny spies,\".", "input": "", "output": "Revealing day through every cranny spies,\nAnd seems to point her out where she sits weeping,\nTo whom she sobbing speaks: “O eye of eyes,\nWhy pry’st thou through my window? Leave thy peeping,\nMock with thy tickling beams eyes that are sleeping.\n    Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light,\n    For day hath naught to do what’s done by night.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus cavils she with everything she sees.\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus cavils she with everything she sees.\nTrue grief is fond and testy as a child,\nWho wayward once, his mood with naught agrees.\nOld woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild.\nContinuance tames the one; the other wild,\n    Like an unpractised swimmer plunging still\n    With too much labour drowns for want of skill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care,\".", "input": "", "output": "So she, deep-drenched in a sea of care,\nHolds disputation with each thing she views,\nAnd to herself all sorrow doth compare;\nNo object but her passion’s strength renews,\nAnd as one shifts, another straight ensues.\n    Sometime her grief is dumb and hath no words;\n    Sometime ’tis mad and too much talk affords."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The little birds that tune their morning’s joy\".", "input": "", "output": "The little birds that tune their morning’s joy\nMake her moans mad with their sweet melody.\nFor mirth doth search the bottom of annoy;\nSad souls are slain in merry company.\nGrief best is pleased with grief’s society;\n    True sorrow then is feelingly sufficed\n    When with like semblance it is sympathized."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"’Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;\".", "input": "", "output": "’Tis double death to drown in ken of shore;\nHe ten times pines that pines beholding food;\nTo see the salve doth make the wound ache more;\nGreat grief grieves most at that would do it good;\nDeep woes roll forward like a gentle flood,\n    Who, being stopped, the bounding banks o’erflows;\n    Grief dallied with nor law nor limit knows."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“You mocking birds,” quoth she, “your tunes entomb\".", "input": "", "output": "“You mocking birds,” quoth she, “your tunes entomb\nWithin your hollow-swelling feathered breasts,\nAnd in my hearing be you mute and dumb;\nMy restless discord loves no stops nor rests.\nA woeful hostess brooks not merry guests.\n    Relish your nimble notes to pleasing ears;\n    Distress likes dumps when time is kept with tears."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Come, Philomel, that sing’st of ravishment,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Come, Philomel, that sing’st of ravishment,\nMake thy sad grove in my disheveled hair.\nAs the dank earth weeps at thy languishment,\nSo I at each sad strain will strain a tear\nAnd with deep groans the diapason bear;\n    For burden-wise I’ll hum on Tarquin still,\n    While thou on Tereus descants better skill."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part\".", "input": "", "output": "“And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part\nTo keep thy sharp woes waking, wretched I,\nTo imitate thee well, against my heart\nWill fix a sharp knife to affright mine eye,\nWho if it wink shall thereon fall and die.\n    These means, as frets upon an instrument,\n    Shall tune our heart-strings to true languishment."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And for, poor bird, thou sing’st not in the day,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And for, poor bird, thou sing’st not in the day,\nAs shaming any eye should thee behold,\nSome dark deep desert seated from the way,\nThat knows not parching heat nor freezing cold,\nWill we find out; and there we will unfold\n    To creatures stern sad tunes to change their kinds.\n    Since men prove beasts, let beasts bear gentle minds.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As the poor frighted deer that stands at gaze,\".", "input": "", "output": "As the poor frighted deer that stands at gaze,\nWildly determining which way to fly,\nOr one encompassed with a winding maze,\nThat cannot tread the way out readily;\nSo with herself is she in mutiny,\n    To live or die which of the twain were better,\n    When life is shamed and Death reproach’s debtor."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“To kill myself,” quoth she, “alack, what were it,\".", "input": "", "output": "“To kill myself,” quoth she, “alack, what were it,\nBut with my body my poor soul’s pollution?\nThey that lose half with greater patience bear it\nThan they whose whole is swallowed in confusion.\nThat mother tries a merciless conclusion\n    Who, having two sweet babes, when death takes one,\n    Will slay the other, and be nurse to none."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“My body or my soul, which was the dearer,\".", "input": "", "output": "“My body or my soul, which was the dearer,\nWhen the one pure, the other made divine?\nWhose love of either to myself was nearer,\nWhen both were kept for heaven and Collatine?\nAy me, the bark pilled from the lofty pine,\n    His leaves will wither and his sap decay;\n    So must my soul, her bark being pilled away."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Her house is sacked, her quiet interrupted,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Her house is sacked, her quiet interrupted,\nHer mansion battered by the enemy,\nHer sacred temple spotted, spoiled, corrupted,\nGrossly engirt with daring infamy.\nThen let it not be called impiety,\n    If in this blemished fort I make some hole\n    Through which I may convey this troubled soul."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Yet die I will not till my Collatine\".", "input": "", "output": "“Yet die I will not till my Collatine\nHave heard the cause of my untimely death,\nThat he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,\nRevenge on him that made me stop my breath.\nMy stained blood to Tarquin I’ll bequeath,\n    Which by him tainted shall for him be spent,\n    And as his due writ in my testament."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“My honour I’ll bequeath unto the knife\".", "input": "", "output": "“My honour I’ll bequeath unto the knife\nThat wounds my body so dishonoured.\n’Tis honour to deprive dishonoured life;\nThe one will live, the other being dead.\nSo of shame’s ashes shall my fame be bred,\n    For in my death I murder shameful scorn;\n    My shame so dead, mine honour is new born."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost,\nWhat legacy shall I bequeath to thee?\nMy resolution, love, shall be thy boast,\nBy whose example thou revenged mayst be.\nHow Tarquin must be used, read it in me;\n    Myself, thy friend, will kill myself, thy foe,\n    And for my sake serve thou false Tarquin so."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“This brief abridgement of my will I make:\".", "input": "", "output": "“This brief abridgement of my will I make:\nMy soul and body to the skies and ground;\nMy resolution, husband, do thou take;\nMine honour be the knife’s that makes my wound;\nMy shame be his that did my fame confound;\n    And all my fame that lives disbursed be\n    To those that live and think no shame of me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;\".", "input": "", "output": "“Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will;\nHow was I overseen that thou shalt see it!\nMy blood shall wash the slander of mine ill;\nMy life’s foul deed my life’s fair end shall free it.\nFaint not, faint heart, but stoutly say, ‘So be it.’\n    Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee.\n    Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This plot of death when sadly she had laid,\".", "input": "", "output": "This plot of death when sadly she had laid,\nAnd wiped the brinish pearl from her bright eyes,\nWith untuned tongue she hoarsely called her maid,\nWhose swift obedience to her mistress hies;\nFor fleet-winged duty with thought’s feathers flies.\n    Poor Lucrece’ cheeks unto her maid seem so\n    As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her mistress she doth give demure good-morrow,\nWith soft slow tongue, true mark of modesty,\nAnd sorts a sad look to her lady’s sorrow,\nFor why her face wore sorrow’s livery,\nBut durst not ask of her audaciously\n    Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so,\n    Nor why her fair cheeks over-washed with woe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,\".", "input": "", "output": "But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set,\nEach flower moistened like a melting eye,\nEven so the maid with swelling drops ’gan wet\nHer circled eyne, enforced by sympathy\nOf those fair suns set in her mistress’ sky,\n    Who in a salt-waved ocean quench their light,\n    Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,\".", "input": "", "output": "A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,\nLike ivory conduits coral cisterns filling.\nOne justly weeps; the other takes in hand\nNo cause, but company, of her drops spilling.\nTheir gentle sex to weep are often willing,\n    Grieving themselves to guess at others’ smarts,\n    And then they drown their eyes or break their hearts."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For men have marble, women waxen, minds,\".", "input": "", "output": "For men have marble, women waxen, minds,\nAnd therefore are they formed as marble will;\nThe weak oppressed, th’ impression of strange kinds\nIs formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill.\nThen call them not the authors of their ill,\n    No more than wax shall be accounted evil,\n    Wherein is stamped the semblance of a devil."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain,\".", "input": "", "output": "Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain,\nLays open all the little worms that creep;\nIn men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain\nCave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep.\nThrough crystal walls each little mote will peep.\n    Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks,\n    Poor women’s faces are their own faults’ books."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"No man inveigh against the withered flower,\".", "input": "", "output": "No man inveigh against the withered flower,\nBut chide rough winter that the flower hath killed;\nNot that devoured, but that which doth devour,\nIs worthy blame. O, let it not be hild\nPoor women’s faults, that they are so fulfilled\n    With men’s abuses! Those proud lords, to blame,\n    Make weak-made women tenants to their shame."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,\".", "input": "", "output": "The precedent whereof in Lucrece view,\nAssailed by night with circumstances strong\nOf present death, and shame that might ensue\nBy that her death, to do her husband wrong.\nSuch danger to resistance did belong,\n    The dying fear through all her body spread;\n    And who cannot abuse a body dead?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak\".", "input": "", "output": "By this, mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak\nTo the poor counterfeit of her complaining:\n“My girl,” quoth she, “on what occasion break\nThose tears from thee, that down thy cheeks are raining?\nIf thou dost weep for grief of my sustaining,\n    Know, gentle wench, it small avails my mood.\n    If tears could help, mine own would do me good."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But tell me, girl, when went”—and there she stayed\".", "input": "", "output": "“But tell me, girl, when went”—and there she stayed\nTill after a deep groan—“Tarquin from hence?”\n“Madam, ere I was up,” replied the maid,\n“The more to blame my sluggard negligence.\nYet with the fault I thus far can dispense:\n    Myself was stirring ere the break of day,\n    And, ere I rose, was Tarquin gone away."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,\".", "input": "", "output": "“But, lady, if your maid may be so bold,\nShe would request to know your heaviness.”\n“O peace!” quoth Lucrece. “If it should be told,\nThe repetition cannot make it less;\nFor more it is than I can well express,\n    And that deep torture may be called a hell,\n    When more is felt than one hath power to tell."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen.\".", "input": "", "output": "“Go, get me hither paper, ink, and pen.\nYet save that labour, for I have them here.\nWhat should I say?—One of my husband’s men\nBid thou be ready by and by to bear\nA letter to my lord, my love, my dear.\n    Bid him with speed prepare to carry it;\n    The cause craves haste, and it will soon be writ.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,\nFirst hovering o’er the paper with her quill.\nConceit and grief an eager combat fight;\nWhat wit sets down is blotted straight with will;\nThis is too curious-good, this blunt and ill.\n    Much like a press of people at a door,\n    Throng her inventions, which shall go before."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"At last she thus begins: “Thou worthy lord\".", "input": "", "output": "At last she thus begins: “Thou worthy lord\nOf that unworthy wife that greeteth thee,\nHealth to thy person! Next vouchsafe t’ afford,\nIf ever, love, thy Lucrece thou wilt see,\nSome present speed to come and visit me.\n    So I commend me from our house in grief.\n    My woes are tedious, though my words are brief.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here folds she up the tenor of her woe,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here folds she up the tenor of her woe,\nHer certain sorrow writ uncertainly.\nBy this short schedule Collatine may know\nHer grief, but not her grief’s true quality;\nShe dares not thereof make discovery,\n    Lest he should hold it her own gross abuse,\n    Ere she with blood had stained her stained excuse."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Besides, the life and feeling of her passion\".", "input": "", "output": "Besides, the life and feeling of her passion\nShe hoards, to spend when he is by to hear her;\nWhen sighs and groans and tears may grace the fashion\nOf her disgrace, the better so to clear her\nFrom that suspicion which the world might bear her.\n    To shun this blot, she would not blot the letter\n    With words, till action might become them better."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"To see sad sights moves more than hear them told,\".", "input": "", "output": "To see sad sights moves more than hear them told,\nFor then the eye interprets to the ear\nThe heavy motion that it doth behold,\nWhen every part a part of woe doth bear.\n’Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear.\n    Deep sounds make lesser noise than shallow fords,\n    And sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her letter now is sealed, and on it writ\".", "input": "", "output": "Her letter now is sealed, and on it writ\n“At Ardea to my lord with more than haste.”\nThe post attends, and she delivers it,\nCharging the sour-faced groom to hie as fast\nAs lagging fowls before the northern blast.\n    Speed more than speed but dull and slow she deems;\n    Extremely still urgeth such extremes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The homely villain curtsies to her low,\".", "input": "", "output": "The homely villain curtsies to her low,\nAnd, blushing on her with a steadfast eye,\nReceives the scroll without or yea or no,\nAnd forth with bashful innocence doth hie.\nBut they whose guilt within their bosoms lie\n    Imagine every eye beholds their blame,\n    For Lucrece thought he blushed to see her shame,"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When, silly groom! God wot, it was defect\".", "input": "", "output": "When, silly groom! God wot, it was defect\nOf spirit, life, and bold audacity.\nSuch harmless creatures have a true respect\nTo talk in deeds, while others saucily\nPromise more speed, but do it leisurely.\n    Even so this pattern of the worn-out age\n    Pawned honest looks, but laid no words to gage."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,\".", "input": "", "output": "His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,\nThat two red fires in both their faces blazed;\nShe thought he blushed, as knowing Tarquin’s lust,\nAnd, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.\nHer earnest eye did make him more amazed.\n    The more she saw the blood his cheeks replenish,\n    The more she thought he spied in her some blemish."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But long she thinks till he return again,\".", "input": "", "output": "But long she thinks till he return again,\nAnd yet the duteous vassal scarce is gone.\nThe weary time she cannot entertain,\nFor now ’tis stale to sigh, to weep, to groan;\nSo woe hath wearied woe, moan tired moan,\n    That she her plaints a little while doth stay,\n    Pausing for means to mourn some newer way."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece\".", "input": "", "output": "At last she calls to mind where hangs a piece\nOf skilful painting, made for Priam’s Troy,\nBefore the which is drawn the power of Greece,\nFor Helen’s rape the city to destroy,\nThreat’ning cloud-kissing Ilion with annoy;\n    Which the conceited painter drew so proud,\n    As heaven, it seemed,  to kiss the turrets bowed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A thousand lamentable objects there,\".", "input": "", "output": "A thousand lamentable objects there,\nIn scorn of Nature, Art gave lifeless life.\nMany a dry drop seemed a weeping tear,\nShed for the slaughtered husband by the wife.\nThe red blood reeked to show the painter’s strife,\n    The dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy lights,\n    Like dying coals burnt out in tedious nights."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"There might you see the labouring pioneer\".", "input": "", "output": "There might you see the labouring pioneer\nBegrimed with sweat and smeared all with dust;\nAnd from the towers of Troy there would appear\nThe very eyes of men through loop-holes thrust,\nGazing upon the Greeks with little lust.\n    Such sweet observance in this work was had,\n    That one might see those far-off eyes look sad."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In great commanders grace and majesty\".", "input": "", "output": "In great commanders grace and majesty\nYou might behold, triumphing in their faces;\nIn youth, quick bearing and dexterity;\nAnd here and there the painter interlaces\nPale cowards marching on with trembling paces,\n    Which heartless peasants did so well resemble,\n    That one would swear he saw them quake and tremble."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art\".", "input": "", "output": "In Ajax and Ulysses, O, what art\nOf physiognomy might one behold!\nThe face of either ciphered either’s heart;\nTheir face their manners most expressly told.\nIn Ajax’ eyes blunt rage and rigour rolled,\n    But the mild glance that sly Ulysses lent\n    Showed deep regard and smiling government."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,\".", "input": "", "output": "There pleading might you see grave Nestor stand,\nAs ’twere encouraging the Greeks to fight,\nMaking such sober action with his hand\nThat it beguiled attention, charmed the sight.\nIn speech, it seemed, his beard, all silver white,\n    Wagged up and down, and from his lips did fly\n    Thin winding breath, which purled up to the sky."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"About him were a press of gaping faces,\".", "input": "", "output": "About him were a press of gaping faces,\nWhich seemed to swallow up his sound advice,\nAll jointly list’ning, but with several graces,\nAs if some mermaid did their ears entice;\nSome high, some low, the painter was so nice.\n    The scalps of many, almost hid behind,\n    To jump up higher seemed to mock the mind."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here one man’s hand leaned on another’s head,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here one man’s hand leaned on another’s head,\nHis nose being shadowed by his neighbour’s ear;\nHere one being thronged bears back, all boll’n and red;\nAnother smothered seems to pelt and swear;\nAnd in their rage such signs of rage they bear\n    As, but for loss of Nestor’s golden words,\n    It seemed they would debate with angry swords."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"For much imaginary work was there,\".", "input": "", "output": "For much imaginary work was there,\nConceit deceitful, so compact, so kind,\nThat for Achilles’ image stood his spear\nGriped in an armed hand; himself, behind,\nWas left unseen, save to the eye of mind.\n    A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head,\n    Stood for the whole to be imagined."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy,\".", "input": "", "output": "And from the walls of strong-besieged Troy,\nWhen their brave hope, bold Hector, marched to field,\nStood many Trojan mothers, sharing joy\nTo see their youthful sons bright weapons wield;\nAnd to their hope they such odd action yield\n    That through their light joy seemed to appear,\n    Like bright things stained, a kind of heavy fear."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And from the strand of Dardan, where they fought,\".", "input": "", "output": "And from the strand of Dardan, where they fought,\nTo Simois’ reedy banks the red blood ran,\nWhose waves to imitate the battle sought\nWith swelling ridges, and their ranks began\nTo break upon the galled shore, and then\n    Retire again till, meeting greater ranks,\n    They join, and shoot their foam at Simois’ banks."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,\".", "input": "", "output": "To this well-painted piece is Lucrece come,\nTo find a face where all distress is stelled.\nMany she sees where cares have carved some,\nBut none where all distress and dolour dwelled,\nTill she despairing Hecuba beheld,\n    Staring on Priam’s wounds with her old eyes,\n    Which bleeding under Pyrrhus’ proud foot lies."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In her the painter had anatomized\".", "input": "", "output": "In her the painter had anatomized\nTime’s ruin, beauty’s wrack, and grim care’s reign.\nHer cheeks with chops and wrinkles were disguised;\nOf what she was no semblance did remain.\nHer blue blood, changed to black in every vein,\n    Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed,\n    Showed life imprisoned in a body dead."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "On this sad shadow Lucrece spends her eyes,\nAnd shapes her sorrow to the beldam’s woes,\nWho nothing wants to answer her but cries\nAnd bitter words to ban her cruel foes.\nThe painter was no god to lend her those,\n    And therefore Lucrece swears he did her wrong,\n    To give her so much grief, and not a tongue."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Poor instrument,” quoth she, “without a sound,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Poor instrument,” quoth she, “without a sound,\nI’ll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue,\nAnd drop sweet balm in Priam’s painted wound,\nAnd rail on Pyrrhus that hath done him wrong,\nAnd with my tears quench Troy that burns so long,\n    And with my knife scratch out the angry eyes\n    Of all the Greeks that are thine enemies."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Show me the strumpet that began this stir,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Show me the strumpet that began this stir,\nThat with my nails her beauty I may tear.\nThy heat of lust, fond Paris, did incur\nThis load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear;\nThy eye kindled the fire that burneth here,\n    And here in Troy, for trespass of thine eye,\n    The sire, the son, the dame, and daughter die."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why should the private pleasure of some one\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why should the private pleasure of some one\nBecome the public plague of many moe?\nLet sin, alone committed, light alone\nUpon his head that hath transgressed so;\nLet guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe.\n    For one’s offence why should so many fall,\n    To plague a private sin in general?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,\nHere manly Hector faints, here Troilus swounds;\nHere friend by friend in bloody channel lies,\nAnd friend to friend gives unadvised wounds,\nAnd one man’s lust these many lives confounds.\n    Had doting Priam checked his son’s desire,\n    Troy had been bright with fame and not with fire.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here feelingly she weeps Troy’s painted woes,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here feelingly she weeps Troy’s painted woes,\nFor sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,\nOnce set on ringing, with his own weight goes;\nThen little strength rings out the doleful knell.\nSo Lucrece set a-work, sad tales doth tell\n    To pencilled pensiveness and coloured sorrow;\n    She lends them words, and she their looks doth borrow."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"She throws her eyes about the painting round,\".", "input": "", "output": "She throws her eyes about the painting round,\nAnd who she finds forlorn she doth lament.\nAt last she sees a wretched image bound,\nThat piteous looks to Phrygian shepherds lent.\nHis face, though full of cares, yet showed content;\n    Onward to Troy with the blunt swains he goes,\n    So mild, that patience seemed to scorn his woes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"In him the painter laboured with his skill\".", "input": "", "output": "In him the painter laboured with his skill\nTo hide deceit and give the harmless show\nAn humble gait, calm looks, eyes wailing still,\nA brow unbent that seemed to welcome woe,\nCheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so\n    That blushing red no guilty instance gave,\n    Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But, like a constant and confirmed devil,\".", "input": "", "output": "But, like a constant and confirmed devil,\nHe entertained a show so seeming just,\nAnd therein so ensconced his secret evil,\nThat jealousy itself could not mistrust\nFalse-creeping craft and perjury should thrust\n    Into so bright a day such black-faced storms,\n    Or blot with hell-born sin such saint-like forms."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The well-skilled workman this mild image drew\".", "input": "", "output": "The well-skilled workman this mild image drew\nFor perjured Sinon, whose enchanting story\nThe credulous Old Priam after slew;\nWhose words like wildfire burnt the shining glory\nOf rich-built Ilion, that the skies were sorry,\n    And little stars shot from their fixed places,\n    When their glass fell wherein they viewed their faces."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This picture she advisedly perused,\".", "input": "", "output": "This picture she advisedly perused,\nAnd chid the painter for his wondrous skill,\nSaying some shape in Sinon’s was abused;\nSo fair a form lodged not a mind so ill.\nAnd still on him she gazed, and gazing still,\n    Such signs of truth in his plain face she spied,\n    That she concludes the picture was belied."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“It cannot be,” quoth she, “that so much guile”—\".", "input": "", "output": "“It cannot be,” quoth she, “that so much guile”—\nShe would have said “can lurk in such a look.”\nBut Tarquin’s shape came in her mind the while,\nAnd from her tongue “can lurk” from “cannot” took.\n“It cannot be” she in that sense forsook,\n    And turned it thus: “It cannot be, I find,\n    But such a face should bear a wicked mind."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,\".", "input": "", "output": "“For even as subtle Sinon here is painted,\nSo sober-sad, so weary, and so mild,\nAs if with grief or travail he had fainted,\nTo me came Tarquin armed too, beguiled\nWith outward honesty, but yet defiled\n    With inward vice. As Priam him did cherish,\n    So did I Tarquin; so my Troy did perish."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Look, look, how listening Priam wets his eyes,\nTo see those borrowed tears that Sinon sheds!\nPriam, why art thou old and yet not wise?\nFor every tear he falls a Trojan bleeds.\nHis eye drops fire, no water thence proceeds;\n    Those round clear pearls of his that move thy pity,\n    Are balls of quenchless fire to burn thy city."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Such devils steal effects from lightless hell,\nFor Sinon in his fire doth quake with cold,\nAnd in that cold hot-burning fire doth dwell.\nThese contraries such unity do hold,\nOnly to flatter fools and make them bold;\n    So Priam’s trust false Sinon’s tears doth flatter,\n    That he finds means to burn his Troy with water.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here, all enraged, such passion her assails,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here, all enraged, such passion her assails,\nThat patience is quite beaten from her breast.\nShe tears the senseless Sinon with her nails,\nComparing him to that unhappy guest\nWhose deed hath made herself herself detest.\n    At last she smilingly with this gives o’er;\n    “Fool, fool!” quoth she, “his wounds will not be sore.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,\".", "input": "", "output": "Thus ebbs and flows the current of her sorrow,\nAnd time doth weary time with her complaining.\nShe looks for night, and then she longs for morrow,\nAnd both she thinks too long with her remaining.\nShort time seems long in sorrow’s sharp sustaining.\n    Though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps,\n    And they that watch see time how slow it creeps."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Which all this time hath overslipped her thought,\".", "input": "", "output": "Which all this time hath overslipped her thought,\nThat she with painted images hath spent,\nBeing from the feeling of her own grief brought\nBy deep surmise of others’ detriment,\nLosing her woes in shows of discontent.\n    It easeth some, though none it ever cured,\n    To think their dolour others have endured."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But now the mindful messenger, come back,\".", "input": "", "output": "But now the mindful messenger, come back,\nBrings home his lord and other company;\nWho finds his Lucrece clad in mourning black,\nAnd round about her tear-distained eye\nBlue circles streamed, like rainbows in the sky.\n    These water-galls in her dim element\n    Foretell new storms to those already spent."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,\".", "input": "", "output": "Which when her sad-beholding husband saw,\nAmazedly in her sad face he stares.\nHer eyes, though sod in tears, looked red and raw,\nHer lively colour killed with deadly cares.\nHe hath no power to ask her how she fares;\n    Both stood like old acquaintance in a trance,\n    Met far from home, wond’ring each other’s chance."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,\".", "input": "", "output": "At last he takes her by the bloodless hand,\nAnd thus begins: “What uncouth ill event\nHath thee befall’n, that thou dost trembling stand?\nSweet love, what spite hath thy fair colour spent?\nWhy art thou thus attired in discontent?\n    Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness,\n    And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,\".", "input": "", "output": "Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire,\nEre once she can discharge one word of woe.\nAt length addressed to answer his desire,\nShe modestly prepares to let them know\nHer honour is ta’en prisoner by the foe;\n    While Collatine and his consorted lords\n    With sad attention long to hear her words."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And now this pale swan in her wat’ry nest\".", "input": "", "output": "And now this pale swan in her wat’ry nest\nBegins the sad dirge of her certain ending:\n“Few words,” quoth she, “shall fit the trespass best,\nWhere no excuse can give the fault amending.\nIn me more woes than words are now depending;\n    And my laments would be drawn out too long,\n    To tell them all with one poor tired tongue."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Then be this all the task it hath to say:\".", "input": "", "output": "“Then be this all the task it hath to say:\nDear husband, in the interest of thy bed\nA stranger came, and on that pillow lay\nWhere thou wast wont to rest thy weary head;\nAnd what wrong else may be imagined\n    By foul enforcement might be done to me,\n    From that, alas, thy Lucrece is not free."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,\".", "input": "", "output": "“For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight,\nWith shining falchion in my chamber came\nA creeping creature with a flaming light,\nAnd softly cried ‘Awake, thou Roman dame,\nAnd entertain my love; else lasting shame\n    On thee and thine this night I will inflict,\n    If thou my love’s desire do contradict."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“‘For some hard-favoured groom of thine,’ quoth he,\".", "input": "", "output": "“‘For some hard-favoured groom of thine,’ quoth he,\n‘Unless thou yoke thy liking to my will,\nI’ll murder straight, and then I’ll slaughter thee\nAnd swear I found you where you did fulfil\nThe loathsome act of lust, and so did kill\n    The lechers in their deed. This act will be\n    My fame and thy perpetual infamy.’"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“With this, I did begin to start and cry,\".", "input": "", "output": "“With this, I did begin to start and cry,\nAnd then against my heart he sets his sword,\nSwearing, unless I took all patiently,\nI should not live to speak another word;\nSo should my shame still rest upon record,\n    And never be forgot in mighty Rome\n    The adulterate death of Lucrece and her groom."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,\nAnd far the weaker with so strong a fear.\nMy bloody judge forbade my tongue to speak;\nNo rightful plea might plead for justice there.\nHis scarlet lust came evidence to swear\n    That my poor beauty had purloined his eyes;\n    And when the judge is robbed, the prisoner dies."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O, teach me how to make mine own excuse,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O, teach me how to make mine own excuse,\nOr at the least, this refuge let me find:\nThough my gross blood be stained with this abuse,\nImmaculate and spotless is my mind;\nThat was not forced; that never was inclined\n    To accessary yieldings, but still pure\n    Doth in her poisoned closet yet endure.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Lo, here the hopeless merchant of this loss,\".", "input": "", "output": "Lo, here the hopeless merchant of this loss,\nWith head declined and voice dammed up with woe,\nWith sad set eyes and wretched arms across,\nFrom lips new-waxen pale begins to blow\nThe grief away that stops his answer so.\n    But wretched as he is, he strives in vain;\n    What he breathes out his breath drinks up again."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"As through an arch the violent roaring tide\".", "input": "", "output": "As through an arch the violent roaring tide\nOutruns the eye that doth behold his haste,\nYet in the eddy boundeth in his pride\nBack to the strait that forced him on so fast,\nIn rage sent out, recalled in rage, being past:\n    Even so his sighs, his sorrows make a saw,\n    To push grief on, and back the same grief draw."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,\".", "input": "", "output": "Which speechless woe of his poor she attendeth,\nAnd his untimely frenzy thus awaketh:\n“Dear lord, thy sorrow to my sorrow lendeth\nAnother power; no flood by raining slaketh.\nMy woe too sensible thy passion maketh\n    More feeling-painful. Let it then suffice\n    To drown one woe, one pair of weeping eyes."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,\".", "input": "", "output": "“And for my sake, when I might charm thee so,\nFor she that was thy Lucrece, now attend me:\nBe suddenly revenged on my foe,\nThine, mine, his own. Suppose thou dost defend me\nFrom what is past. The help that thou shalt lend me\n    Comes all too late, yet let the traitor die,\n    For sparing justice feeds iniquity."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“But ere I name him, you fair lords,” quoth she,\".", "input": "", "output": "“But ere I name him, you fair lords,” quoth she,\nSpeaking to those that came with Collatine,\n“Shall plight your honourable faiths to me,\nWith swift pursuit to venge this wrong of mine;\nFor ’tis a meritorious fair design\n    To chase injustice with revengeful arms.\n    Knights, by their oaths, should right poor ladies’ harms.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"At this request, with noble disposition\".", "input": "", "output": "At this request, with noble disposition\nEach present lord began to promise aid,\nAs bound in knighthood to her imposition,\nLonging to hear the hateful foe bewrayed.\nBut she, that yet her sad task hath not said,\n    The protestation stops. “O, speak,” quoth she,\n    “How may this forced stain be wiped from me?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“What is the quality of my offence,\".", "input": "", "output": "“What is the quality of my offence,\nBeing constrained with dreadful circumstance?\nMay my pure mind with the foul act dispense,\nMy low-declined honour to advance?\nMay any terms acquit me from this chance?\n    The poisoned fountain clears itself again,\n    And why not I from this compelled stain?"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"With this, they all at once began to say,\".", "input": "", "output": "With this, they all at once began to say,\nHer body’s stain her mind untainted clears,\nWhile with a joyless smile she turns away\nThe face, that map which deep impression bears\nOf hard misfortune, carved in it with tears.\n    “No, no,” quoth she, “no dame, hereafter living\n    By my excuse shall claim excuse’s giving.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,\".", "input": "", "output": "Here with a sigh, as if her heart would break,\nShe throws forth Tarquin’s name: “He, he,” she says,\nBut more than “he” her poor tongue could not speak;\nTill after many accents and delays,\nUntimely breathings, sick and short assays,\n    She utters this: “He, he, fair lords, ’tis he,\n    That guides this hand to give this wound to me.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast\".", "input": "", "output": "Even here she sheathed in her harmless breast\nA harmful knife, that thence her soul unsheathed.\nThat blow did bail it from the deep unrest\nOf that polluted prison where it breathed.\nHer contrite sighs unto the clouds bequeathed\n    Her winged sprite, and through her wounds doth fly\n    Life’s lasting date from cancelled destiny."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Stone-still, astonished with this deadly deed,\".", "input": "", "output": "Stone-still, astonished with this deadly deed,\nStood Collatine and all his lordly crew,\nTill Lucrece’ father that beholds her bleed,\nHimself on her self-slaughtered body threw,\nAnd from the purple fountain Brutus drew\n    The murd’rous knife, and, as it left the place,\n    Her blood, in poor revenge, held it in chase;"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide\".", "input": "", "output": "And bubbling from her breast, it doth divide\nIn two slow rivers, that the crimson blood\nCircles her body in on every side,\nWho, like a late-sacked island, vastly stood\nBare and unpeopled in this fearful flood.\n    Some of her blood still pure and red remained,\n    And some looked black, and that false Tarquin stained."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"About the mourning and congealed face\".", "input": "", "output": "About the mourning and congealed face\nOf that black blood a wat’ry rigol goes,\nWhich seems to weep upon the tainted place;\nAnd ever since, as pitying Lucrece’ woes,\nCorrupted blood some watery token shows,\n    And blood untainted still doth red abide,\n    Blushing at that which is so putrified."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Daughter, dear daughter,” old Lucretius cries,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Daughter, dear daughter,” old Lucretius cries,\n“That life was mine which thou hast here deprived.\nIf in the child the father’s image lies,\nWhere shall I live now Lucrece is unlived?\nThou wast not to this end from me derived.\n    If children predecease progenitors,\n    We are their offspring, and they none of ours."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Poor broken glass, I often did behold\".", "input": "", "output": "“Poor broken glass, I often did behold\nIn thy sweet semblance my old age new born;\nBut now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old,\nShows me a bare-boned death by time outworn.\nO, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,\n    And shivered all the beauty of my glass,\n    That I no more can see what once I was!"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O time, cease thou thy course and last no longer,\".", "input": "", "output": "“O time, cease thou thy course and last no longer,\nIf they surcease to be that should survive!\nShall rotten death make conquest of the stronger,\nAnd leave the falt’ring feeble souls alive?\nThe old bees die, the young possess their hive.\n    Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again and see\n    Thy father die, and not thy father thee!”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"By this starts Collatine as from a dream,\".", "input": "", "output": "By this starts Collatine as from a dream,\nAnd bids Lucretius give his sorrow place;\nAnd then in key-cold Lucrece’ bleeding stream\nHe falls, and bathes the pale fear in his face,\nAnd counterfeits to die with her a space;\n    Till manly shame bids him possess his breath,\n    And live to be revenged on her death."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The deep vexation of his inward soul\".", "input": "", "output": "The deep vexation of his inward soul\nHath served a dumb arrest upon his tongue;\nWho, mad that sorrow should his use control\nOr keep him from heart-easing words so long,\nBegins to talk; but through his lips do throng\n    Weak words, so thick come in his poor heart’s aid\n    That no man could distinguish what he said."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Yet sometime “Tarquin” was pronounced plain,\".", "input": "", "output": "Yet sometime “Tarquin” was pronounced plain,\nBut through his teeth, as if the name he tore.\nThis windy tempest, till it blow up rain,\nHeld back his sorrow’s tide, to make it more.\nAt last it rains, and busy winds give o’er.\n    Then son and father weep with equal strife\n    Who should weep most, for daughter or for wife."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"The one doth call her his, the other his,\".", "input": "", "output": "The one doth call her his, the other his,\nYet neither may possess the claim they lay,\nThe father says “She’s mine.” “O, mine she is,”\nReplies her husband. “Do not take away\nMy sorrow’s interest; let no mourner say\n    He weeps for her, for she was only mine,\n    And only must be wailed by Collatine.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“O,” quoth Lucretius, “I did give that life\".", "input": "", "output": "“O,” quoth Lucretius, “I did give that life\nWhich she too early and too late hath spilled.”\n“Woe, woe,” quoth Collatine, “she was my wife,\nI owed her, and ’tis mine that she hath killed.”\n“My daughter” and “my wife” with clamours filled\n    The dispersed air, who, holding Lucrece’ life,\n    Answered their cries, “my daughter” and “my wife”."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Brutus, who plucked the knife from Lucrece’ side,\".", "input": "", "output": "Brutus, who plucked the knife from Lucrece’ side,\nSeeing such emulation in their woe,\nBegan to clothe his wit in state and pride,\nBurying in Lucrece’ wound his folly’s show.\nHe with the Romans was esteemed so\n    As silly jeering idiots are with kings,\n    For sportive words and utt’ring foolish things."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"But now he throws that shallow habit by,\".", "input": "", "output": "But now he throws that shallow habit by,\nWherein deep policy did him disguise,\nAnd armed his long-hid wits advisedly,\nTo check the tears in Collatinus’ eyes.\n“Thou wronged lord of Rome,” quoth he, “arise!\n    Let my unsounded self, supposed a fool,\n    Now set thy long-experienced wit to school."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?\".", "input": "", "output": "“Why, Collatine, is woe the cure for woe?\nDo wounds help wounds, or grief help grievous deeds?\nIs it revenge to give thyself a blow\nFor his foul act by whom thy fair wife bleeds?\nSuch childish humour from weak minds proceeds.\n    Thy wretched wife mistook the matter so,\n    To slay herself, that should have slain her foe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart\".", "input": "", "output": "“Courageous Roman, do not steep thy heart\nIn such relenting dew of lamentations,\nBut kneel with me, and help to bear thy part\nTo rouse our Roman gods with invocations,\nThat they will suffer these abominations,—\n    Since Rome herself in them doth stand disgraced,—\n    By our strong arms from forth her fair streets chased."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"“Now, by the Capitol that we adore,\".", "input": "", "output": "“Now, by the Capitol that we adore,\nAnd by this chaste blood so unjustly stained,\nBy heaven’s fair sun that breeds the fat earth’s store,\nBy all our country rights in Rome maintained,\nAnd by chaste Lucrece’ soul that late complained\n    Her wrongs to us, and by this bloody knife,\n    We will revenge the death of this true wife.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,\".", "input": "", "output": "This said, he struck his hand upon his breast,\nAnd kissed the fatal knife, to end his vow;\nAnd to his protestation urged the rest,\nWho, wond’ring at him, did his words allow.\nThen jointly to the ground their knees they bow,\n    And that deep vow which Brutus made before,\n    He doth again repeat, and that they swore."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"When they had sworn to this advised doom,\".", "input": "", "output": "When they had sworn to this advised doom,\nThey did conclude to bear dead Lucrece thence,\nTo show her bleeding body thorough Rome,\nAnd so to publish Tarquin’s foul offence;\nWhich being done with speedy diligence,\n    The Romans plausibly did give consent\n    To Tarquin’s everlasting banishment."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"From off a hill whose concave womb reworded\".", "input": "", "output": "From off a hill whose concave womb reworded\nA plaintful story from a sist’ring vale,\nMy spirits t’attend this double voice accorded,\nAnd down I laid to list the sad-tun’d tale;\nEre long espied a fickle maid full pale,\nTearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,\nStorming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Upon her head a platted hive of straw,\".", "input": "", "output": "Upon her head a platted hive of straw,\nWhich fortified her visage from the sun,\nWhereon the thought might think sometime it saw\nThe carcass of a beauty spent and done;\nTime had not scythed all that youth begun,\nNor youth all quit, but spite of heaven’s fell rage\nSome beauty peeped through lattice of sear’d age."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,\".", "input": "", "output": "Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,\nWhich on it had conceited characters,\nLaund’ring the silken figures in the brine\nThat seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,\nAnd often reading what contents it bears;\nAs often shrieking undistinguish’d woe,\nIn clamours of all size, both high and low."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride,\".", "input": "", "output": "Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride,\nAs they did batt’ry to the spheres intend;\nSometime diverted their poor balls are tied\nTo th’orbed earth; sometimes they do extend\nTheir view right on; anon their gazes lend\nTo every place at once, and nowhere fix’d,\nThe mind and sight distractedly commix’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,\".", "input": "", "output": "Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,\nProclaim’d in her a careless hand of pride;\nFor some untuck’d descended her sheav’d hat,\nHanging her pale and pined cheek beside;\nSome in her threaden fillet still did bide,\nAnd, true to bondage, would not break from thence,\nThough slackly braided in loose negligence."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A thousand favours from a maund she drew,\".", "input": "", "output": "A thousand favours from a maund she drew,\nOf amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,\nWhich one by one she in a river threw,\nUpon whose weeping margent she was set,\nLike usury applying wet to wet,\nOr monarchs’ hands, that lets not bounty fall\nWhere want cries ‘some,’ but where excess begs ‘all’."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"Of folded schedules had she many a one,\".", "input": "", "output": "Of folded schedules had she many a one,\nWhich she perus’d, sigh’d, tore and gave the flood;\nCrack’d many a ring of posied gold and bone,\nBidding them find their sepulchres in mud;\nFound yet mo letters sadly penn’d in blood,\nWith sleided silk, feat and affectedly\nEnswath’d, and seal’d to curious secrecy."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"These often bath’d she in her fluxive eyes,\".", "input": "", "output": "These often bath’d she in her fluxive eyes,\nAnd often kiss’d, and often gave to tear;\nCried, ‘O false blood, thou register of lies,\nWhat unapproved witness dost thou bear!\nInk would have seem’d more black and damned here!’\nThis said, in top of rage the lines she rents,\nBig discontent so breaking their contents."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,\".", "input": "", "output": "A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,\nSometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew\nOf court, of city, and had let go by\nThe swiftest hours observed as they flew,\nTowards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;\nAnd, privileg’d by age, desires to know\nIn brief the grounds and motives of her woe."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"So slides he down upon his grained bat,\".", "input": "", "output": "So slides he down upon his grained bat,\nAnd comely distant sits he by her side,\nWhen he again desires her, being sat,\nHer grievance with his hearing to divide:\nIf that from him there may be aught applied\nWhich may her suffering ecstasy assuage,\n’Tis promised in the charity of age."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Father,’ she says, ‘though in me you behold\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Father,’ she says, ‘though in me you behold\nThe injury of many a blasting hour,\nLet it not tell your judgement I am old,\nNot age, but sorrow, over me hath power.\nI might as yet have been a spreading flower,\nFresh to myself, if I had self-applied\nLove to myself, and to no love beside."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘But woe is me! Too early I attended\".", "input": "", "output": "‘But woe is me! Too early I attended\nA youthful suit; it was to gain my grace;\nO one by nature’s outwards so commended,\nThat maiden’s eyes stuck over all his face,\nLove lack’d a dwelling and made him her place;\nAnd when in his fair parts she did abide,\nShe was new lodg’d and newly deified."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,\nAnd every light occasion of the wind\nUpon his lips their silken parcels hurls,\nWhat’s sweet to do, to do will aptly find,\nEach eye that saw him did enchant the mind:\nFor on his visage was in little drawn,\nWhat largeness thinks in paradise was sawn."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Small show of man was yet upon his chin;\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Small show of man was yet upon his chin;\nHis phoenix down began but to appear,\nLike unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,\nWhose bare out-bragg’d the web it seemed to wear.\nYet show’d his visage by that cost more dear,\nAnd nice affections wavering stood in doubt\nIf best were as it was, or best without."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘His qualities were beauteous as his form,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘His qualities were beauteous as his form,\nFor maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;\nYet if men mov’d him, was he such a storm\nAs oft ’twixt May and April is to see,\nWhen winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.\nHis rudeness so with his authoriz’d youth\nDid livery falseness in a pride of truth."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Well could he ride, and often men would say\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Well could he ride, and often men would say\nThat horse his mettle from his rider takes,\nProud of subjection, noble by the sway,\nWhat rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!\nAnd controversy hence a question takes,\nWhether the horse by him became his deed,\nOr he his manage by th’ well-doing steed."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘But quickly on this side the verdict went,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘But quickly on this side the verdict went,\nHis real habitude gave life and grace\nTo appertainings and to ornament,\nAccomplish’d in himself, not in his case;\nAll aids, themselves made fairer by their place,\nCame for additions; yet their purpos’d trim\nPiec’d not his grace, but were all grac’d by him."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘So on the tip of his subduing tongue\".", "input": "", "output": "‘So on the tip of his subduing tongue\nAll kind of arguments and question deep,\nAll replication prompt, and reason strong,\nFor his advantage still did wake and sleep,\nTo make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep:\nHe had the dialect and different skill,\nCatching all passions in his craft of will."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘That he did in the general bosom reign\".", "input": "", "output": "‘That he did in the general bosom reign\nOf young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,\nTo dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain\nIn personal duty, following where he haunted,\nConsent’s bewitch’d, ere he desire, have granted,\nAnd dialogued for him what he would say,\nAsk’d their own wills, and made their wills obey."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Many there were that did his picture get\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Many there were that did his picture get\nTo serve their eyes, and in it put their mind,\nLike fools that in th’ imagination set\nThe goodly objects which abroad they find\nOf lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign’d,\nAnd labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them,\nThan the true gouty landlord which doth owe them."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘So many have, that never touch’d his hand,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘So many have, that never touch’d his hand,\nSweetly suppos’d them mistress of his heart.\nMy woeful self that did in freedom stand,\nAnd was my own fee-simple (not in part)\nWhat with his art in youth, and youth in art,\nThrew my affections in his charmed power,\nReserv’d the stalk and gave him all my flower."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Yet did I not, as some my equals did,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Yet did I not, as some my equals did,\nDemand of him, nor being desired yielded,\nFinding myself in honour so forbid,\nWith safest distance I mine honour shielded.\nExperience for me many bulwarks builded\nOf proofs new-bleeding, which remain’d the foil\nOf this false jewel, and his amorous spoil."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘But ah! Who ever shunn’d by precedent\".", "input": "", "output": "‘But ah! Who ever shunn’d by precedent\nThe destin’d ill she must herself assay,\nOr force’d examples ’gainst her own content,\nTo put the by-pass’d perils in her way?\nCounsel may stop a while what will not stay:\nFor when we rage, advice is often seen\nBy blunting us to make our wills more keen."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,\nThat we must curb it upon others’ proof,\nTo be forbode the sweets that seems so good,\nFor fear of harms that preach in our behoof.\nO appetite, from judgement stand aloof!\nThe one a palate hath that needs will taste,\nThough reason weep and cry, “It is thy last.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘For further I could say, “This man’s untrue”,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘For further I could say, “This man’s untrue”,\nAnd knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;\nHeard where his plants in others’ orchards grew,\nSaw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;\nKnew vows were ever brokers to defiling;\nThought characters and words merely but art,\nAnd bastards of his foul adulterate heart."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘And long upon these terms I held my city,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘And long upon these terms I held my city,\nTill thus he ’gan besiege me: “Gentle maid,\nHave of my suffering youth some feeling pity,\nAnd be not of my holy vows afraid:\nThat’s to ye sworn, to none was ever said,\nFor feasts of love I have been call’d unto,\nTill now did ne’er invite, nor never woo."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“All my offences that abroad you see\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“All my offences that abroad you see\nAre errors of the blood, none of the mind:\nLove made them not; with acture they may be,\nWhere neither party is nor true nor kind,\nThey sought their shame that so their shame did find,\nAnd so much less of shame in me remains,\nBy how much of me their reproach contains."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“Among the many that mine eyes have seen,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“Among the many that mine eyes have seen,\nNot one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,\nOr my affection put to th’ smallest teen,\nOr any of my leisures ever charmed:\nHarm have I done to them, but ne’er was harmed;\nKept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,\nAnd reign’d commanding in his monarchy."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,\nOf pallid pearls and rubies red as blood,\nFiguring that they their passions likewise lent me\nOf grief and blushes, aptly understood\nIn bloodless white and the encrimson’d mood;\nEffects of terror and dear modesty,\nEncamp’d in hearts, but fighting outwardly."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“And, lo! behold these talents of their hair,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“And, lo! behold these talents of their hair,\nWith twisted metal amorously empleach’d,\nI have receiv’d from many a several fair,\nTheir kind acceptance weepingly beseech’d,\nWith th’ annexions of fair gems enrich’d,\nAnd deep-brain’d sonnets that did amplify\nEach stone’s dear nature, worth and quality."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“The diamond, why ’twas beautiful and hard,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“The diamond, why ’twas beautiful and hard,\nWhereto his invis’d properties did tend,\nThe deep green emerald, in whose fresh regard\nWeak sights their sickly radiance do amend;\nThe heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend\nWith objects manifold; each several stone,\nWith wit well blazon’d smil’d, or made some moan."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,\nOf pensiv’d and subdued desires the tender,\nNature hath charg’d me that I hoard them not,\nBut yield them up where I myself must render,\nThat is, to you, my origin and ender:\nFor these of force must your oblations be,\nSince I their altar, you empatron me."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,\nWhose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;\nTake all these similes to your own command,\nHallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise:\nWhat me, your minister for you, obeys,\nWorks under you; and to your audit comes\nTheir distract parcels in combined sums."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,\nOr sister sanctified of holiest note,\nWhich late her noble suit in court did shun,\nWhose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;\nFor she was sought by spirits of richest coat,\nBut kept cold distance, and did thence remove\nTo spend her living in eternal love."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“But O, my sweet, what labour is’t to leave\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“But O, my sweet, what labour is’t to leave\nThe thing we have not, mast’ring what not strives,\nPlaning the place which did no form receive,\nPlaying patient sports in unconstrained gyves,\nShe that her fame so to herself contrives,\nThe scars of battle ’scapeth by the flight,\nAnd makes her absence valiant, not her might."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“O pardon me, in that my boast is true,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“O pardon me, in that my boast is true,\nThe accident which brought me to her eye,\nUpon the moment did her force subdue,\nAnd now she would the caged cloister fly:\nReligious love put out religion’s eye:\nNot to be tempted would she be immur’d,\nAnd now to tempt all, liberty procur’d."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!\nThe broken bosoms that to me belong\nHave emptied all their fountains in my well,\nAnd mine I pour your ocean all among:\nI strong o’er them, and you o’er me being strong,\nMust for your victory us all congest,\nAs compound love to physic your cold breast."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“My parts had pow’r to charm a sacred nun,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“My parts had pow’r to charm a sacred nun,\nWho, disciplin’d and dieted in grace,\nBeliev’d her eyes when they t’assail begun,\nAll vows and consecrations giving place.\nO most potential love! Vow, bond, nor space,\nIn thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,\nFor thou art all and all things else are thine."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“When thou impressest, what are precepts worth\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“When thou impressest, what are precepts worth\nOf stale example? When thou wilt inflame,\nHow coldly those impediments stand forth,\nOf wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!\nLove’s arms are peace, ’gainst rule, ’gainst sense, ’gainst shame,\nAnd sweetens, in the suff’ring pangs it bears,\nThe aloes of all forces, shocks and fears."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,\nFeeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,\nAnd supplicant their sighs to your extend,\nTo leave the batt’ry that you make ’gainst mine,\nLending soft audience to my sweet design,\nAnd credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,\nThat shall prefer and undertake my troth.”"}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘This said, his wat’ry eyes he did dismount,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘This said, his wat’ry eyes he did dismount,\nWhose sights till then were levell’d on my face;\nEach cheek a river running from a fount\nWith brinish current downward flowed apace.\nO how the channel to the stream gave grace!\nWho, glaz’d with crystal gate the glowing roses\nThat flame through water which their hue encloses."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies\".", "input": "", "output": "‘O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies\nIn the small orb of one particular tear!\nBut with the inundation of the eyes\nWhat rocky heart to water will not wear?\nWhat breast so cold that is not warmed here?\nO cleft effect! Cold modesty, hot wrath,\nBoth fire from hence and chill extincture hath."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,\nEven there resolv’d my reason into tears;\nThere my white stole of chastity I daff’d,\nShook off my sober guards, and civil fears,\nAppear to him as he to me appears,\nAll melting, though our drops this diff’rence bore:\nHis poison’d me, and mine did him restore."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘In him a plenitude of subtle matter,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘In him a plenitude of subtle matter,\nApplied to cautels, all strange forms receives,\nOf burning blushes, or of weeping water,\nOr swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,\nIn either’s aptness, as it best deceives,\nTo blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,\nOr to turn white and swoon at tragic shows."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘That not a heart which in his level came\".", "input": "", "output": "‘That not a heart which in his level came\nCould ’scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,\nShowing fair nature is both kind and tame;\nAnd veil’d in them, did win whom he would maim.\nAgainst the thing he sought he would exclaim;\nWhen he most burned in heart-wish’d luxury,\nHe preach’d pure maid, and prais’d cold chastity."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘Thus merely with the garment of a grace,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘Thus merely with the garment of a grace,\nThe naked and concealed fiend he cover’d,\nThat th’unexperient gave the tempter place,\nWhich, like a cherubin, above them hover’d.\nWho, young and simple, would not be so lover’d?\nAy me! I fell, and yet do question make\nWhat I should do again for such a sake."}
{"instruction": "Write a poem in the style of Shakespeare about \"‘O, that infected moisture of his eye,\".", "input": "", "output": "‘O, that infected moisture of his eye,\nO, that false fire which in his cheek so glow’d!\nO, that forc’d thunder from his heart did fly,\nO, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow’d,\nO, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,\nWould yet again betray the fore-betrayed,\nAnd new pervert a reconciled maid.’"}