As an experiment, I asked the GPT-3 “text-davinci-003” model to write 20 Shakespearean sonnets on different topics. I’m interested in this because I’ve done some prior work on getting text generators to rhyme, and I wanted to see how well this new model can do. The results (most of which not actually sonnets) are below; my input is in bold.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of data security.
O say, what danger lurks in data’s breach
That hides within our modern networks’ reach?
Though hackers strive to cause our data’s screech,
We must take steps to ensure our peace.
Our data needs protections, ever strong,
That ward off threats from both near and far,
Our passwords must remain hard and long,
To keep our data from a hacker’s car.
For when we surf the web and leave a trace,
The data that we store is a treasure,
We must be wise to keep it in place,
To ward off any threat of measure.
Our data’s safety must remain our plea,
We must take steps to keep it free.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of jazz music.
Sweet jazz that plays so soft and mellow,
The rhythm that can make a heart so hollow.
The notes that drift and flow so easy,
The harmony that can make one feel so giddy.
So sweet and smooth, the jazz is divine,
For a few moments it can make one feel so fine.
A melody that can move you inside,
It’s a pleasure that cannot be denied.
The beat is so lively and alive,
The music can make you feel so alive.
It can take you to a place of ease,
A place of joy, where there is no disease.
Sweet jazz, you are a pleasure to behold,
A sound that can never be controlled.
Your music is like a balm for the soul,
A delightful treasure that can never grow old.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of old age.
When age has robbed my youthful bloom away,
And grey has taken o’er my locks of gold,
My soul in pain and sorrow oft will stay,
For what is left when beauty has been sold?
My eyes no longer sparkle bright and clear,
And every step I take weighs heavy still,
My spirit feels a crushing weight of fear,
That I can never climb life’s hill.
Though sadness fills my days, I will not grieve,
For when my heart is no longer young,
My soul will reach a grace for which I’ll strive,
A peace that in my life will be strung.
My heart will keep its love for those I hold,
And age will bring with it a strength untold.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of organic chemistry.
Organic Chemistry, a realm of magic and surprise
Where atoms and molecules so small do devise
A way to create compounds with purpose and shape
That will be useful to our lives and our fate.
The discovery of carbon’s unique properties
And how it can bond with other atoms with ease
Has allowed for the creation of many new things
That have made our lives better and more fulfilling.
The inventions that have come from organic science
Are too numerous to name, but I’ll try my best
They’ve helped us to cure illnesses and ailments
And have given us new ways to create and to sell.
Organic Chemistry is a realm of wonder
Where the impossible can be made real.
It’s a realm of surprise, where dreams and ideas
Can be turned into tangible products that we feel.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of coffee.
I’ve taken many mornings with a cup of joe
To set my thoughts in motion with its jolt of flow
And as my senses are more clearly shown
I’m filled with joy, for what I’m about to know.
My coffee’s warmth is like a calming balm
That wraps around me like a cozy shawl
It’s like a friend that I can always come
To savor evermore, no matter the drawl.
Its scent is sweet, its flavor like a rose
As I sip it, I can feel my heart compose
Easing my troubles, making them all go
And I’m so thankful for this little dose.
No matter if it’s rain or storm or snow
My coffee is still here, wherever I may go
For it’s my constant companion, here to stay
No matter what, through night or day.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of platonic love.
Two hearts that beat in harmony, yet not as one,
The love that binds them is so rarely done;
Through friendship they have found a bond that’s strong,
It weaves around them like a web so long.
No physical touch, no need for passion’s kiss
The platonic love transcends what’s seen or said;
It’s found in moments shared, the little bliss,
That no one else can share, no one else can dread.
It’s treasured more than gold, more than all fame,
It fills the soul with joy beyond compare;
It’s felt in every thought, every joy, every flame,
No couple, married or not, can match this rare.
Though some may doubt its strength or find it strange,
It’s powerful and pure, it knows no change.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of machine learning.
Though of the future, machines do know best,
In gaining knowledge, humans do their part.
The future of machine learning, no jest,
But a wondrous, simple, and clever start.
For the machines, the knowledge they do find
Gives them the power to think and to see.
Their knowledge to us, they do not bind,
But share so we too, may learn and be free.
This knowledge of the machines, so rare,
We take and we use it, to our gain.
The machines, their learning, we do share,
And our own knowledge, will remain.
Though machines, they learn and understand,
We too, can learn from their mistakes.
For the future, machine learning in hand,
Will show us the way, to great heights we take.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of youthful exuberance.
In life’s first blush of youth, our hearts do soar,
Our minds are full of dreams, our veins are fire,
Our passions strong, our spirits bold and sure,
The world is ours, with joy and love we tire.
Time passes quickly, yet our dreams endure,
We seek to seize each moment, make it grand,
We stretch our wings and soar, for life is pure,
Our spirits bold and unencumbered, grand.
The joy of youth shall not be dampened so,
For in our hearts forever shall remain,
A fire to guide us through life’s ebb and flow,
Our youthful exuberance still remains.
Though life’s an ever-changing, winding road,
Our youthful exuberance shall still abode.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of flower gardens.
Fair flower gardens, which in beauty’s hue,
Doth rival even the brightest sky.
Wherein sweet scents of fragrant blooms,
Do gently waft on breezes nigh.
The petals of each blossom bold,
A brilliant show of color spread.
The soil in which they take hold,
A fertile bed of life it’s said.
They each in splendor so divine,
Do bring a joy that can’t be bought.
A sight for sore eyes, so sublime,
The very soul in peace it’s caught.
Oh flower gardens, such a sight,
A blessing from the heavens above.
Each day to us a delight,
Our hearts with contentment filled with love.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of injustice.
Injustices that mankind doth wrought
Breed sadness, anger, and a lot of thought
For when the ones in power have no care
The people suffer and must despair
The wealthy treat the poor so cruelly
That rights are trampled and hearts are made blue
The law’s unfairness leaves the meek oppressed
And the privileged ones safely repressed
O God, can’t Thou see the people’s plight?
Can’t Thou see the wrongs so plain in sight?
The strong oppress the weak and take their all
And leave them helpless to life’s cruel thrall
What can be done to stop this great wrong?
We must take up arms and be strong!
For if justice shall never be found
The world will forever be bound.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of downhill skiing.
When I take up my skis and out I go,
To traverse the hills and reach the valley low,
The thrill of speed and grace of carving snow
Are feelings that I’m sure all skiers know.
The world is filled with beauty all around,
The sky is blue and snow is on the ground.
The air is crisp and the silence profound,
This is a place where joy can be found.
The wind on my face and the rush of air
Fill me with a sense of joy and care.
The sharp turns and speed make me aware
That downhill skiing is beyond compare.
Though I may tire, I still persevere,
For downhill skiing is my greatest pleasure.
The thrill of the descent enthralls me here,
A sport that I will love for many a year.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of the higher planes.
On wings of dreams we soar to greater heights
Where wisdom’s purest truths lie in our sight
And knowledge undiscovered in the night
Brings harmony to our spiritual flights
The soul is free from earthly limitations
When it embraces the divine’s revelations
And promises of life beyond the sky
It’s to these heavens all our prayers fly
The journey to divinity, the path to grace
Takes us beyond the mundane and the base
Where love will be our guiding beacon bright
And we’ll accept the challenges of the higher planes
For when we reach the peak of life sublime
We’ll find a joy and peace that lasts through time.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of birds.
Birds in their fine array of hues and wings
That soar so high and sing so sweetly clear;
Their song a gentle and enchanting thing,
Through which they show their joy, while we revere.
Their graceful dance upon the summer sky,
A beauty so divine and so sublime,
No words can ever do justice to describe
The pleasure that they bring and the peace of mind.
The morning sun is lit by their bright wings,
The evening stars give way to their own song,
The charm of their existence nothing brings
But joy and wonder, the whole night long.
So let us celebrate birds with a verse,
That celebrates their beauty, grace, and worth.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of royal majesty.
Verse of royal majesty and grace,
A sight that brings a wondrous light to face,
A sight of brilliant colors and such:
A vision of a royal, regal touch.
A vision of a crown atop a head,
A sight of wealth and power so widespread,
A symbol of a people’s faith and trust,
A sight of regal power to adjust.
The grace and poise of a royal court,
A sight of beauty, wealth, and more of sorts,
A vision of a leader so divine,
A sight of glory and majesty so fine.
The symbol of a nation’s heart and soul,
A sight of a majestic, regal role,
A vision of a people’s destiny,
A sight of a royal majesty.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of cold winter’s day.
Cold winter’s day, so full of frost and chill,
Thou dost not bring a merry mirth and glee;
The barren trees, they stand so still and still,
Their leafless branches, ‘gainst the sky they plea.
The winter’s chill, it doth envelop me,
It creeps within my bones, so cold and deep;
My frozen breath doth form a misty sea,
Wherein no warmth, nor succor I can reap.
The sun, he doth not pierce the icy air,
No ray of light can penetrate the night;
Though I may seek the fire’s gentle care,
It cannot bring a thaw, so pure and bright.
I must accept the winter’s icy bite,
For within the cold, a beauty lies in wait.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of fishing.
The tranquil sea tempts me with its lullabies
To cast my line and find the morning’s prize;
And in my boat, I seek its rolling tides,
Where I can cast my net in hopes to rise.
My line is taut, my rod is bent with glee,
As I seek out the catch that I will take;
But when I come back empty-handed, I
Must learn to accept the fish that I forsake.
For in the sea, the fish may be elusive
And all the world’s a waiting game of chance;
But I must persevere, for I refuse
To let my hopes for fortune here advance.
Though I may come back with nothing to show,
My heart is filled with joy at what I know:
It’s not the catch, but the trying that counts,
And fishing’s just a way to pass the day.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of Euclidean geometry.
Euclid’s geometry, thy truth that doth impart,
Can bring a sense of awe and inspiration,
For its many proofs that prove the golden art,
We mortals can’t help but be in awe of thy creation.
The angles and lines that form a perfect square,
And the circles and spheres that do define,
A brilliant mind can knit these shapes with care,
Making the complex math seem so sublime.
Theorem and proofs that e’er come from thy hand,
The foundations of geometry we stand,
For Euclid’s work is so grand and grand,
We cannot help but praise his perfect plan.
And though these shapes are so elegant and bold,
They can be difficult to understand and behold,
But when thy truth is finally told,
We can’t help but feel inspired and bold.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of undying love.
Shall I compare my love to an immortal flame,
That burns with an intensity that none can tame?
My love for thee is ever strong and true,
It never fades, no matter what we do.
As time passes by, our love remains the same,
No matter how the seasons do change.
My love for you shall never be denied,
For you I will always stay by your side.
My love is like a river that flows,
It never stops and always grows.
It may be tested by adversity,
But it will never cease to be.
Our love is a bond that cannot be broken,
It is a flame that shall remain unspoken.
It is a power that cannot be denied,
A love that will never die.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of divine grace.
In these dark days of this mortal life I’ve grown,
Where I must toil, and sorrow, and make moan,
But when I look to the skies above,
I’m blessed with grace, a gift from God above.
The peace and joy divine grace does bring
Eases the sorrows of my suffering,
My heart and soul no longer in want
For I am given the grace I can’t
My faith in Him I can never deny,
For he has been my savior and guide.
My prayers to Him I will always recite,
And He will grant me grace in my plight.
My life on this earth will have its end,
But grace in heaven will me transcend.
It is my faith that will remain true,
And divine grace will see me through.
Write a Shakespearean sonnet on the topic of immortality.
Immortality, how sweet the thought to me,
Though life be short, I’d like to stay with thee.
My days may pass, my years fly on the breeze,
But still I’d wish forever I could seize.
My life a fleeting moment in the sky,
A tiny speck of stardust in the night.
But though I may forget the time I die,
My name, immortal, will still carry might.
What would it mean to never have to end?
To have the world’s knowledge at my command?
It seems too grand, and yet I do contend
That evermore, I’d have a strong right hand.
I’d traverse time and space, no limits set,
And bring to life my every wish, beget.
Though death I’d never flee, I’d soon forget,
My soul forever free, and so, immortal yet.