<|im_start|>system
You are a helpful AI assistant.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Write me a poem in the style of shakespeare<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Translate to style of Homer<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
In that quiet meadow where the moon's beam fell,
Two lovers whispered close, together they did dwell,
Twas their tale of passion that the night did hear,
'Midst the quiet calm, where nary a sound did clear,
Her eyes, like stars that pierced the darkness through,
His voice, a soothing balm with gracefulness true,
Harmony of sighs, and gentle whispers sweet,
As Cupid's arrow, with love's warm embrace did meet,
In their sacred dance, love's flame did burn,
Two souls entwined, their destinies were borne,
A fleeting touch, a warm embrace so near,
Yet, oh the cruel hand of Time with doom,
And fickle Fortune with her scornful stare,
Jealousy and gloom within the shadows lurk,
But in their hearts, love's flame shall never die,
'Midst storm and strife, their bond will never break,
For in each other's arms, their souls are bound,
In passion's sweet embrace, forever they shall be found,
So let the world conspire, and trials come,
For these lovers, bound by fate, will not be undone.
For in the end, love's truth shall conquer all,
And in their hearts, its light shall ever be called.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Write a sonnet using Shakespeare's style to describe a beautiful women that  you can't get too because of her status and beauty. Shakespeare's sonnet have their own rules like being 14 lines so follow Shakespeare's style correctly.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
A lady of such grace and worth is found;
Her beauty rare, like none hath ever seen,
Within her eyes, a depth that knows no bound.

But woe is me, for love is not to be,
Her heart belongs to one of higher state;
In vain, I long to hold her close to me,
Yet cruel fate doth keep us separate.

Her voice as sweet as music to the ear,
A symphony that stirs the very soul;
But, oh, the chasm that doth keep us near,
Destroys my dreams, this love I can't control.

So in this verse, my admiration penned,
To honor her whom I can't call a friend.<|im_end|>