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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Michael is explaining to Adam the chain of events that will occur after the end of the war. The first humans, who were once brave and powerful, will become lazy and self-indulgent, leading to corruption and violence. At the same time, the conquered people will also lose their virtue and piety. The only exception will be one man, who will remain virtuous and try to warn others of the coming wrath of God. This man will build an ark to save himself and his family from a great flood that will cover the earth. The flood will destroy all life on earth, except for the animals and people on the ark. After the flood, the earth will be barren and salty, but eventually, dry ground will appear and the man will release a dove to look for signs of life. The dove will return with an olive leaf, signaling that the earth is once again habitable. The man and his family will then leave the ark and begin to repopulate the earth.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nless  In apprehension than in substance feel,  Grievous to bear: but that care now is past,  Man is not whom to warn: those few escaped  Famine and anguish will at last consume,  Wandering that watery desart: I had hope,  When violence was ceased, and war on earth,  All would have then gone well; peace would have crowned  With length of happy days the race of Man;  But I was far deceived; for now I see  Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.  How comes it thus? unfold, celestial Guide,  And whether here the race of Man will end.  To whom thus Michael. Those, whom last thou sawest  In triumph and luxurious wealth, are they  First seen in acts of prowess eminent  And great exploits, but of true virtue void;  Who, having spilt much blood, and done much wast  Subduing nations, and achieved thereby  Fame in the world, high titles, and rich prey;  Shall change their course to pleasure, ease, and sloth,  Surfeit, and lust; till wantonness and pride  Raise out of friendship hostile deeds in peace.  The conquered also, and enslaved by war,  Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose  And fear of God; from whom their piety feigned  In sharp contest of battle found no aid  Against invaders; therefore, cooled in zeal,  Thenceforth shall practice how to live secure,  Worldly or dissolute, on what their lords  Shall leave them to enjoy; for the earth shall bear  More than enough, that temperance may be tried:  So all shall turn degenerate, all depraved;  Justice and temperance, truth and faith, forgot;  One man except, the only son of light  In a dark age, against example good,  Against allurement, custom, and a world  Offended: fearless of reproach and scorn,  Or violence, he of their wicked ways  Shall them admonish; and before them set  The paths of righteousness, how much more safe  And full of peace; denouncing wrath to come  On their impenitence; and shall return  Of them derided, but of God observed  The one just man alive; by his command  Shall build a wonderous ark, as thou beheldst,  To save himself, and houshold, from amidst  A world devote to universal wrack.  No sooner he, with them of man and beast  Select for life, shall in the ark be lodged,  And sheltered round; but all the cataracts  Of Heaven set open on the Earth shall pour  Rain, day and night; all fountains of the deep,  Broke up, shall heave the ocean to usurp  Beyond all bounds; till inundation rise  Above the highest hills: Then shall this mount  Of Paradise by might of waves be moved  Out of his place, pushed by the horned flood,  With all his verdure spoiled, and trees adrift,  Down the great river to the opening gulf,  And there take root an island salt and bare,  The haunt of seals, and orcs, and sea-mews’ clang:  To teach thee that God attributes to place  No sanctity, if none be thither brought  By men who there frequent, or therein dwell.  And now, what further shall ensue, behold.  He looked, and saw the ark hull on the flood,  Which now abated; for the clouds were fled,  Driven by a keen north-wind, that, blowing dry,  Wrinkled the face of deluge, as decayed;  And the clear sun on his wide watery glass  Gazed hot, and of the fresh wave largely drew,  As after thirst; which made their flowing shrink  From standing lake to tripping ebb, that stole  With soft foot towards the deep; who now had stopt  His sluces, as the Heaven his windows shut.  The ark no more now floats, but seems on ground,  Fast on the top of some high mountain fixed.  And now the tops of hills, as rocks, appear;  With clamour thence the rapid currents drive,  Towards the retreating sea, their furious tide.  Forthwith from out the ark a raven flies,  And after him, the surer messenger,  A dove sent forth once and again to spy  Green tree or ground, whereon his foot may light:  The second time returning, in his bill  An olive-leaf he brings, pacifick sign:  Anon dry ground appears, and from his ark  The ancient sire descends, with all his train;  Then with uplifted hands, and eyes"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the story, the setting is not explicitly described, but it takes place in a spiritual realm where Adam is speaking with the archangel Michael. The conversation revolves around the human condition, sin, and the process of aging and death.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam wonders why humanity, who were created in the image of God, must suffer and experience such \"unsightly sufferings\" and \"inhuman pains.\"\n2. Michael explains that humanity forsook God's image when they vilified themselves by serving their ungoverned appetites and taking on the image of the vice they served.\n3. As a result, humanity's punishment is a disfigurement of their own image, not God's.\n4. Adam accepts this explanation and asks if there is another way to die and return to the earth besides the painful process of aging.\n5. Michael tells him that if he practices temperance and moderation in what he eats and drinks, seeking nourishment rather than gluttonous delight, he can live a long life and die naturally when he is old.\n6. Adam accepts this fate and expresses his readiness to attend to his \"cumbrous \n[/INST]\n\npeace. Can thus  The image of God in Man, created once  So goodly and erect, though faulty since,  To such unsightly sufferings be debased  Under inhuman pains? Why should not Man,  Retaining still divine similitude  In part, from such deformities be free,  And, for his Maker’s image sake, exempt?  Their Maker’s image, answered Michael, then  Forsook them, when themselves they vilified  To serve ungoverned Appetite; and took  His image whom they served, a brutish vice,  Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve.  Therefore so abject is their punishment,  Disfiguring not God’s likeness, but their own;  Or if his likeness, by themselves defaced;  While they pervert pure Nature’s healthful rules  To loathsome sickness; worthily, since they  God’s image did not reverence in themselves.  I yield it just, said Adam, and submit.  But is there yet no other way, besides  These painful passages, how we may come  To death, and mix with our connatural dust?  There is, said Michael, if thou well observe  The rule of Not too much; by temperance taught,  In what thou eatest and drinkest; seeking from thence  Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,  Till many years over thy head return:  So mayest thou live; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop  Into thy mother’s lap; or be with ease  Gathered, nor harshly plucked; for death mature:  This is Old Age; but then, thou must outlive  Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will change  To withered, weak, and gray; thy senses then,  Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego,  To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth,  Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign  A melancholy damp of cold and dry  To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume  The balm of life. To whom our ancestor.  Henceforth I fly not death, nor would prolong  Life much; bent rather, how I may be quit,  Fairest and easiest, of this cumbrous charge;  Which I must keep till my appointed day  Of rendering up, and patiently attend  My dissolution. Michael replied.  Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest  Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven:  And now prepare thee for another sight.  He looked, and saw a spacious plain, whereon  Were tents of various hue; by some, were herds  Of cattle grazing; others, whence the sound  Of instruments, that made melodious chime,  Was heard, of harp and organ; and, who moved  Their stops and chords, was seen; his volant touch,  Instinct through all proportions, low and high,  Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue.  In other part stood one who, at the forge  Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass  Had melted, (whether found where casual fire  Had wasted woods on mountain or in vale,  Down to the veins of earth; thence gliding hot  To some cave’s mouth; or whether washed by stream  From underground;) the liquid ore he drained  Into fit moulds prepared; from which he formed  First his own tools; then, what might else be wrought  Fusil or graven in metal. After these,  But on the hither side, a different sort  From the high neighbouring hills, which was their seat,  Down to the plain descended; by their guise  Just men they seemed, and all their study bent  To worship God aright, and know his works  Not hid; nor those things last, which might preserve  Freedom and peace to Men; they on the plain  Long had not walked, when from the tents, behold!  A bevy of fair women, richly gay  In gems and wanton dress; to the harp they sung  Soft amorous ditties, and in dance came on:  The men, though grave, eyed them; and let their eyes  Rove without rein; till, in the amorous net  Fast caught, they liked; and each his liking chose;  And now of love they treat, till the evening-star,  Love’s harbinger, appeared; then, all in heat  They light the nuptial torch, and bid invoke  Hymen, then first to marriage rites invoked:  With feast and musick all the tents resound.  Such happy interview, and fair event  Of love and youth not lost, songs, garlands, flowers,  And charming symphonies,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: A son, the woman’s seed, is foretold to the king. He will be the last of kings, and his reign will have no end. However, a long succession must ensue first. The son after him will be famous for his wealth and wisdom. He will build a glorious temple for the ark of God. After him, there will be a mix of good and bad leaders, with more bad than good. Their idolatries and faults will anger God, leading to their captivity in Babylon for seventy years. After this, they will return to rebuild the house of God and live in moderate conditions. However, they will become factious, and dissension will first arise among the priests. They will seize the scepter and not regard David’s sons, leading to the true anointed king, Messiah, being born to a stranger. A star will proclaim his birth, and eastern sages will offer him incense, myrrh, and gold. Shepherds will hear his carol sung by a quire of squadroned Angels. The virgin mother’s son will ascend the throne and bound his reign with Earth’s wide bounds \n[/INST]\n\n(so I name this king) shall rise  A Son, the Woman’s seed to thee foretold,  Foretold to Abraham, as in whom shall trust  All nations; and to kings foretold, of kings  The last; for of his reign shall be no end.  But first, a long succession must ensue;  And his next son, for wealth and wisdom famed,  The clouded ark of God, till then in tents  Wandering, shall in a glorious temple enshrine.  Such follow him, as shall be registered  Part good, part bad; of bad the longer scroll;  Whose foul idolatries, and other faults  Heaped to the popular sum, will so incense  God, as to leave them, and expose their land,  Their city, his temple, and his holy ark,  With all his sacred things, a scorn and prey  To that proud city, whose high walls thou sawest  Left in confusion; Babylon thence called.  There in captivity he lets them dwell  The space of seventy years; then brings them back,  Remembering mercy, and his covenant sworn  To David, stablished as the days of Heaven.  Returned from Babylon by leave of kings  Their lords, whom God disposed, the house of God  They first re-edify; and for a while  In mean estate live moderate; till, grown  In wealth and multitude, factious they grow;  But first among the priests dissention springs,  Men who attend the altar, and should most  Endeavour peace: their strife pollution brings  Upon the temple itself: at last they seise  The scepter, and regard not David’s sons;  Then lose it to a stranger, that the true  Anointed King Messiah might be born  Barred of his right; yet at his birth a star,  Unseen before in Heaven, proclaims him come;  And guides the eastern sages, who inquire  His place, to offer incense, myrrh, and gold:  His place of birth a solemn Angel tells  To simple shepherds, keeping watch by night;  They gladly thither haste, and by a quire  Of squadroned Angels hear his carol sung.  A virgin is his mother, but his sire  The power of the Most High: He shall ascend  The throne hereditary, and bound his reign  With Earth’s wide bounds, his glory with the Heavens.  He ceased, discerning Adam with such joy  Surcharged, as had like grief been dewed in tears,  Without the vent of words; which these he breathed.  O prophet of glad tidings, finisher  Of utmost hope! now clear I understand  What oft my steadiest thoughts have searched in vain;  Why our great Expectation should be called  The seed of Woman: Virgin Mother, hail,  High in the love of Heaven; yet from my loins  Thou shalt proceed, and from thy womb the Son  Of God Most High: so God with Man unites!  Needs must the Serpent now his capital bruise  Expect with mortal pain: Say where and when  Their fight, what stroke shall bruise the victor’s heel.  To whom thus Michael. Dream not of their fight,  As of a duel, or the local wounds  Of head or heel: Not therefore joins the Son  Manhood to Godhead, with more strength to foil  Thy enemy; nor so is overcome  Satan, whose fall from Heaven, a deadlier bruise,  Disabled, not to give thee thy death’s wound:  Which he, who comes thy Saviour, shall recure,  Not by destroying Satan, but his works  In thee, and in thy seed: Nor can this be,  But by fulfilling that which thou didst want,  Obedience to the law of God, imposed  On penalty of death, and suffering death;  The penalty to thy transgression due,  And due to theirs which out of thine will grow:  So only can high Justice rest appaid.  The law of God exact he shall fulfil  Both by obedience and by love, though love  Alone fulfil the law; thy punishment  He shall endure, by coming in the flesh  To a reproachful life, and cursed death;  Proclaiming life to all who shall believe  In his redemption; and that his obedience,  Imputed, becomes theirs by faith; his merits  To save them, not their own, though legal, works.  For this he shall live hated, be blasphemed,  Seised on by force, judged, and to death condemned  A shameful and accursed, nailed to the cross  By his own nation; slain for bringing life:  But to the cross he nails thy enemies,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The fallen angel Satan, who had just achieved a great victory by building a bridge from Hell to the \"new world,\" meets with his daughter Sin and grandson Death. He sends Sin and Death to Earth to dominate and corrupt Man, while he himself goes to Hell to inform the other fallen angels of his success.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Satan views his handiwork, the bridge he has built from Hell to the new world, with great joy.\n2. His daughter Sin appears and congratulates him on his achievement, noting that it has allowed her and Death to leave Hell and follow him.\n3. Satan is pleased to be reunited with his offspring and to have achieved their freedom.\n4. Sin explains that Satan's success on Earth has allowed them to expand their dominion and that they must now follow him and make Man their thrall.\n5. Satan agrees and sends Sin and Death to Earth, giving them his blessing and the power to conquer and corrupt.\n6. Satan then goes to Hell to inform the other fallen angels of his success and to plan their next move.\n7. The fallen angels in Hell are worried about \n[/INST]\n\ndiscourse, and various plaint,  Thence gathered his own doom; which understood  Not instant, but of future time, with joy  And tidings fraught, to Hell he now returned;  And at the brink of Chaos, near the foot  Of this new wonderous pontifice, unhoped  Met, who to meet him came, his offspring dear.  Great joy was at their meeting, and at sight  Of that stupendous bridge his joy encreased.  Long he admiring stood, till Sin, his fair  Enchanting daughter, thus the silence broke.  O Parent, these are thy magnifick deeds,  Thy trophies! which thou viewest as not thine own;  Thou art their author, and prime architect:  For I no sooner in my heart divined,  My heart, which by a secret harmony  Still moves with thine, joined in connexion sweet,  That thou on earth hadst prospered, which thy looks  Now also evidence, but straight I felt,  Though distant from thee worlds between, yet felt,  That I must after thee, with this thy son;  Such fatal consequence unites us three!  Hell could no longer hold us in our bounds,  Nor this unvoyageable gulf obscure  Detain from following thy illustrious track.  Thou hast achieved our liberty, confined  Within Hell-gates till now; thou us impowered  To fortify thus far, and overlay,  With this portentous bridge, the dark abyss.  Thine now is all this world; thy virtue hath won  What thy hands builded not; thy wisdom gained  With odds what war hath lost, and fully avenged  Our foil in Heaven; here thou shalt monarch reign,  There didst not; there let him still victor sway,  As battle hath adjudged; from this new world  Retiring, by his own doom alienated;  And henceforth monarchy with thee divide  Of all things, parted by the empyreal bounds,  His quadrature, from thy orbicular world;  Or try thee now more dangerous to his throne.  Whom thus the Prince of darkness answered glad.  Fair Daughter, and thou Son and Grandchild both;  High proof ye now have given to be the race  Of Satan (for I glory in the name,  Antagonist of Heaven’s Almighty King,)  Amply have merited of me, of all  The infernal empire, that so near Heaven’s door  Triumphal with triumphal act have met,  Mine, with this glorious work; and made one realm,  Hell and this world, one realm, one continent  Of easy thorough-fare. Therefore, while I  Descend through darkness, on your road with ease,  To my associate Powers, them to acquaint  With these successes, and with them rejoice;  You two this way, among these numerous orbs,  All yours, right down to Paradise descend;  There dwell, and reign in bliss; thence on the earth  Dominion exercise and in the air,  Chiefly on Man, sole lord of all declared;  Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.  My substitutes I send ye, and create  Plenipotent on earth, of matchless might  Issuing from me: on your joint vigour now  My hold of this new kingdom all depends,  Through Sin to Death exposed by my exploit.  If your joint power prevail, the affairs of Hell  No detriment need fear; go, and be strong!  So saying he dismissed them; they with speed  Their course through thickest constellations held,  Spreading their bane; the blasted stars looked wan,  And planets, planet-struck, real eclipse  Then suffered. The other way Satan went down  The causey to Hell-gate: On either side  Disparted Chaos overbuilt exclaimed,  And with rebounding surge the bars assailed,  That scorned his indignation: Through the gate,  Wide open and unguarded, Satan passed,  And all about found desolate; for those,  Appointed to sit there, had left their charge,  Flown to the upper world; the rest were all  Far to the inland retired, about the walls  Of Pandemonium; city and proud seat  Of Lucifer, so by allusion called  Of that bright star to Satan paragoned;  There kept their watch the legions, while the Grand  In council sat, solicitous what chance  Might intercept their emperour sent; so he  Departing gave command, and they observed.  As when the Tartar from his Russian foe,  By Astracan, over the snowy plains,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is a beautiful garden where Eve and a serpent, who is able to speak, are walking. The serpent is leading Eve towards a specific tree, the tree of prohibition. Eve is hesitant but follows the serpent. The serpent tells Eve that the way is ready and not long, and describes the scenery as they walk: a row of myrtles, a flat area, a small thicket of myrrh and balm. The serpent is described as glistering and moving swiftly, trying to mischief. When they reach the tree, Eve recognizes it as the tree of prohibition and tells the serpent that they are not allowed to eat or touch its fruit. The serpent then begins to tempt Eve, telling her that she will not die but will gain knowledge and become like God. The serpent argues that God is keeping them ignorant and that they should not fear death but rather seek knowledge.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nincorruptible, till men  Grow up to their provision, and more hands  Help to disburden Nature of her birth.  To whom the wily Adder, blithe and glad.  Empress, the way is ready, and not long;  Beyond a row of myrtles, on a flat,  Fast by a fountain, one small thicket past  Of blowing myrrh and balm: if thou accept  My conduct, I can bring thee thither soon  Lead then, said Eve. He, leading, swiftly rolled  In tangles, and made intricate seem straight,  To mischief swift. Hope elevates, and joy  Brightens his crest; as when a wandering fire,  Compact of unctuous vapour, which the night  Condenses, and the cold environs round,  Kindled through agitation to a flame,  Which oft, they say, some evil Spirit attends,  Hovering and blazing with delusive light,  Misleads the amazed night-wanderer from his way  To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool;  There swallowed up and lost, from succour far.  So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud  Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the tree  Of prohibition, root of all our woe;  Which when she saw, thus to her guide she spake.  Serpent, we might have spared our coming hither,  Fruitless to me, though fruit be here to excess,  The credit of whose virtue rest with thee;  Wonderous indeed, if cause of such effects.  But of this tree we may not taste nor touch;  God so commanded, and left that command  Sole daughter of his voice; the rest, we live  Law to ourselves; our reason is our law.  To whom the Tempter guilefully replied.  Indeed! hath God then said that of the fruit  Of all these garden-trees ye shall not eat,  Yet Lords declared of all in earth or air?  To whom thus Eve, yet sinless. Of the fruit  Of each tree in the garden we may eat;  But of the fruit of this fair tree amidst  The garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat  Thereof, nor shall ye touch it, lest ye die.  She scarce had said, though brief, when now more bold  The Tempter, but with show of zeal and love  To Man, and indignation at his wrong,  New part puts on; and, as to passion moved,  Fluctuates disturbed, yet comely and in act  Raised, as of some great matter to begin.  As when of old some orator renowned,  In Athens or free Rome, where eloquence  Flourished, since mute! to some great cause addressed,  Stood in himself collected; while each part,  Motion, each act, won audience ere the tongue;  Sometimes in highth began, as no delay  Of preface brooking, through his zeal of right:  So standing, moving, or to highth up grown,  The Tempter, all impassioned, thus began.  O sacred, wise, and wisdom-giving Plant,  Mother of science! now I feel thy power  Within me clear; not only to discern  Things in their causes, but to trace the ways  Of highest agents, deemed however wise.  Queen of this universe! do not believe  Those rigid threats of death: ye shall not die:  How should you? by the fruit? it gives you life  To knowledge; by the threatener? look on me,  Me, who have touched and tasted; yet both live,  And life more perfect have attained than Fate  Meant me, by venturing higher than my lot.  Shall that be shut to Man, which to the Beast  Is open? or will God incense his ire  For such a petty trespass? and not praise  Rather your dauntless virtue, whom the pain  Of death denounced, whatever thing death be,  Deterred not from achieving what might lead  To happier life, knowledge of good and evil;  Of good, how just? of evil, if what is evil  Be real, why not known, since easier shunned?  God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just;  Not just, not God; not feared then, nor obeyed:  Your fear itself of death removes the fear.  Why then was this forbid? Why, but to awe;  Why, but to keep ye low and ignorant,  His worshippers? He knows that in the day  Ye eat thereof, your eyes that seem so clear,  Yet are but dim, shall perfectly be then  Opened and cleared, and ye shall be as Gods,  Knowing both good and evil, as they know.  That ye shall be as Gods, since I as Man,  Internal Man, is but proportion meet;  I, of brute,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story takes place in Hell, where the fallen angels, led by Beelzebub, are discussing their next course of action after being defeated in their war against Heaven. Beelzebub suggests that they should consider focusing their efforts on the newly created race of humans, who are weaker than them but favored by the ruler above. He proposes that they should learn about the humans, their strengths and weaknesses, and then decide on the best course of action, whether it be to destroy them, possess their land, or seduce them to join their side. The other fallen angels agree with this plan, and Beelzebub suggests that they should send one of their own to scout out this new world.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. The fallen angels, led by Beelzebub, are discussing their next course of action after being defeated in their war against Heaven.\n2. Beelzebub suggests that they should consider focusing their efforts on the newly created race of humans.\n3. He proposes that they should learn about the humans, their strengths and weaknesses, and then decide on the best course of action. \n[/INST]\n\nPrinces of Hell? for so the popular vote  Inclines—here to continue, and build up here  A growing empire; doubtless! while we dream,  And know not that the King of Heaven hath doomed  This place our dungeon, not our safe retreat  Beyond his potent arm, to live exempt  From Heaven’s high jurisdiction, in new league  Banded against his throne, but to remain  In strictest bondage, though thus far removed,  Under th’ inevitable curb, reserved  His captive multitude. For he, to be sure,  In height or depth, still first and last will reign  Sole king, and of his kingdom lose no part  By our revolt, but over Hell extend  His empire, and with iron sceptre rule  Us here, as with his golden those in Heaven.  What sit we then projecting peace and war?  War hath determined us and foiled with loss  Irreparable; terms of peace yet none  Vouchsafed or sought; for what peace will be given  To us enslaved, but custody severe,  And stripes and arbitrary punishment  Inflicted? and what peace can we return,  But, to our power, hostility and hate,  Untamed reluctance, and revenge, though slow,  Yet ever plotting how the Conqueror least  May reap his conquest, and may least rejoice  In doing what we most in suffering feel?  Nor will occasion want, nor shall we need  With dangerous expedition to invade  Heaven, whose high walls fear no assault or siege,  Or ambush from the Deep. What if we find  Some easier enterprise? There is a place  (If ancient and prophetic fame in Heaven  Err not)—another World, the happy seat  Of some new race, called Man, about this time  To be created like to us, though less  In power and excellence, but favoured more  Of him who rules above; so was his will  Pronounced among the Gods, and by an oath  That shook Heaven’s whole circumference confirmed.  Thither let us bend all our thoughts, to learn  What creatures there inhabit, of what mould  Or substance, how endued, and what their power  And where their weakness: how attempted best,  By force or subtlety. Though Heaven be shut,  And Heaven’s high Arbitrator sit secure  In his own strength, this place may lie exposed,  The utmost border of his kingdom, left  To their defence who hold it: here, perhaps,  Some advantageous act may be achieved  By sudden onset—either with Hell-fire  To waste his whole creation, or possess  All as our own, and drive, as we were driven,  The puny habitants; or, if not drive,  Seduce them to our party, that their God  May prove their foe, and with repenting hand  Abolish his own works. This would surpass  Common revenge, and interrupt his joy  In our confusion, and our joy upraise  In his disturbance; when his darling sons,  Hurled headlong to partake with us, shall curse  Their frail original, and faded bliss—  Faded so soon! Advise if this be worth  Attempting, or to sit in darkness here  Hatching vain empires.” Thus Beelzebub  Pleaded his devilish counsel—first devised  By Satan, and in part proposed: for whence,  But from the author of all ill, could spring  So deep a malice, to confound the race  Of mankind in one root, and Earth with Hell  To mingle and involve, done all to spite  The great Creator? But their spite still serves  His glory to augment. The bold design  Pleased highly those infernal States, and joy  Sparkled in all their eyes: with full assent  They vote: whereat his speech he thus renews:—  “Well have ye judged, well ended long debate,  Synod of Gods, and, like to what ye are,  Great things resolved, which from the lowest deep  Will once more lift us up, in spite of fate,  Nearer our ancient seat—perhaps in view  Of those bright confines, whence, with neighbouring arms,  And opportune excursion, we may chance  Re-enter Heaven; or else in some mild zone  Dwell, not unvisited of Heaven’s fair light,  Secure, and at the brightening orient beam  Purge off this gloom: the soft delicious air,  To heal the scar of these corrosive fires,  Shall breathe her balm. But, first, whom shall we send  In search of this new World? whom"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the story, the setting is in Hell. The two characters, Satan and his \"nearest mate,\" are floating on the \"fiery waves\" of Hell. Satan is described as having a huge body, similar to the monstrous beings described in fables.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Satan doubts his empire and feels shame for their downfall.\n2. Satan's \"bold compeer\" (who is not named in the text) answers him and laments the loss of Heaven and their mighty host.\n3. The compeer suggests that their Conqueror may have left them their spirit and strength intact to suffer and support their pains, or to serve him as his thralls.\n4. Satan responds and declares that their task will be to do ill and pervert any good that their Conqueror may seek to bring forth from their evil.\n5. Satan notices that the angry Victor has recalled his ministers of vengeance and pursuit back to the gates of Heaven.\n6. Satan suggests that they tend to a \"dreary plain, forlorn and wild\" to rest \n[/INST]\n\narm, so late  Doubted his empire—that were low indeed;  That were an ignominy and shame beneath  This downfall; since, by fate, the strength of Gods,  And this empyreal substance, cannot fail;  Since, through experience of this great event,  In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced,  We may with more successful hope resolve  To wage by force or guile eternal war,  Irreconcilable to our grand Foe,  Who now triumphs, and in th’ excess of joy  Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heaven.”      So spake th’ apostate Angel, though in pain,  Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair;  And him thus answered soon his bold compeer:—      “O Prince, O Chief of many throned Powers  That led th’ embattled Seraphim to war  Under thy conduct, and, in dreadful deeds  Fearless, endangered Heaven’s perpetual King,  And put to proof his high supremacy,  Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate,  Too well I see and rue the dire event  That, with sad overthrow and foul defeat,  Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host  In horrible destruction laid thus low,  As far as Gods and heavenly Essences  Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains  Invincible, and vigour soon returns,  Though all our glory extinct, and happy state  Here swallowed up in endless misery.  But what if he our Conqueror (whom I now  Of force believe almighty, since no less  Than such could have o’erpowered such force as ours)  Have left us this our spirit and strength entire,  Strongly to suffer and support our pains,  That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,  Or do him mightier service as his thralls  By right of war, whate’er his business be,  Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire,  Or do his errands in the gloomy Deep?  What can it then avail though yet we feel  Strength undiminished, or eternal being  To undergo eternal punishment?”      Whereto with speedy words th’ Arch-Fiend replied:—  “Fallen Cherub, to be weak is miserable,  Doing or suffering: but of this be sure—  To do aught good never will be our task,  But ever to do ill our sole delight,  As being the contrary to his high will  Whom we resist. If then his providence  Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,  Our labour must be to pervert that end,  And out of good still to find means of evil;  Which ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps  Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb  His inmost counsels from their destined aim.  But see! the angry Victor hath recalled  His ministers of vengeance and pursuit  Back to the gates of Heaven: the sulphurous hail,  Shot after us in storm, o’erblown hath laid  The fiery surge that from the precipice  Of Heaven received us falling; and the thunder,  Winged with red lightning and impetuous rage,  Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now  To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep.  Let us not slip th’ occasion, whether scorn  Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe.  Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild,  The seat of desolation, void of light,  Save what the glimmering of these livid flames  Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend  From off the tossing of these fiery waves;  There rest, if any rest can harbour there;  And, re-assembling our afflicted powers,  Consult how we may henceforth most offend  Our enemy, our own loss how repair,  How overcome this dire calamity,  What reinforcement we may gain from hope,  If not, what resolution from despair.”      Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate,  With head uplift above the wave, and eyes  That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides  Prone on the flood, extended long and large,  Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge  As whom the fables name of monstrous size,  Titanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove,  Briareos or Typhon, whom the den  By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast  Leviathan, which God of all his works  Created hugest that swim th’ ocean-stream.  Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam,  The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff,  Deeming some island, oft,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story begins in the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve, the first humans, live in harmony with nature and their Creator. They have been tasked with tending to the garden and its various plants. One day, Eve suggests to Adam that they should divide their labor to make their work more efficient. Adam agrees with her idea and praises her for her thoughtfulness. However, he also expresses his concern for her safety if they were to be separated, as they have been warned about a malicious enemy who envies their happiness.\n\nLater, the devil, disguised as a serpent, enters the garden and finds Eve alone. He tempts her with the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, convincing her that it will make her equal to God. Eve, enticed by the serpent's words, eats the fruit and later gives some to Adam, who also eats it, despite knowing that it is forbidden.\n\nAs a result of their disobedience, Adam and Eve become aware of their nakedness and sew fig leaves together to cover themselves. They also hear the voice of God in the garden, who calls out to Adam and asks him if he has \n[/INST]\n\nessence to incarnate and imbrute,  That to the highth of Deity aspired!  But what will not ambition and revenge  Descend to? Who aspires, must down as low  As high he soared; obnoxious, first or last,  To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet,  Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils:  Let it; I reck not, so it light well aimed,  Since higher I fall short, on him who next  Provokes my envy, this new favourite  Of Heaven, this man of clay, son of despite,  Whom, us the more to spite, his Maker raised  From dust: Spite then with spite is best repaid.  So saying, through each thicket dank or dry,  Like a black mist low-creeping, he held on  His midnight-search, where soonest he might find  The serpent; him fast-sleeping soon he found  In labyrinth of many a round self-rolled,  His head the midst, well stored with subtile wiles:  Not yet in horrid shade or dismal den,  Nor nocent yet; but, on the grassy herb,  Fearless unfeared he slept: in at his mouth  The Devil entered; and his brutal sense,  In heart or head, possessing, soon inspired  With act intelligential; but his sleep  Disturbed not, waiting close the approach of morn.  Now, when as sacred light began to dawn  In Eden on the humid flowers, that breathed  Their morning incense, when all things, that breathe,  From the Earth’s great altar send up silent praise  To the Creator, and his nostrils fill  With grateful smell, forth came the human pair,  And joined their vocal worship to the quire  Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake  The season prime for sweetest scents and airs:  Then commune, how that day they best may ply  Their growing work: for much their work out-grew  The hands’ dispatch of two gardening so wide,  And Eve first to her husband thus began.  Adam, well may we labour still to dress  This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower,  Our pleasant task enjoined; but, till more hands  Aid us, the work under our labour grows,  Luxurious by restraint; what we by day  Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind,  One night or two with wanton growth derides  Tending to wild. Thou therefore now advise,  Or hear what to my mind first thoughts present:  Let us divide our labours; thou, where choice  Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind  The woodbine round this arbour, or direct  The clasping ivy where to climb; while I,  In yonder spring of roses intermixed  With myrtle, find what to redress till noon:  For, while so near each other thus all day  Our task we choose, what wonder if so near  Looks intervene and smiles, or object new  Casual discourse draw on; which intermits  Our day’s work, brought to little, though begun  Early, and the hour of supper comes unearned?  To whom mild answer Adam thus returned.  Sole Eve, associate sole, to me beyond  Compare above all living creatures dear!  Well hast thou motioned, well thy thoughts employed,  How we might best fulfil the work which here  God hath assigned us; nor of me shalt pass  Unpraised: for nothing lovelier can be found  In woman, than to study houshold good,  And good works in her husband to promote.  Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed  Labour, as to debar us when we need  Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,  Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse  Of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow,  To brute denied, and are of love the food;  Love, not the lowest end of human life.  For not to irksome toil, but to delight,  He made us, and delight to reason joined.  These paths and bowers doubt not but our joint hands  Will keep from wilderness with ease, as wide  As we need walk, till younger hands ere long  Assist us; But, if much converse perhaps  Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield:  For solitude sometimes is best society,  And short retirement urges sweet return.  But other doubt possesses me, lest harm  Befall thee severed from me; for thou knowest  What hath been warned us, what malicious foe  Envying our happiness, and of his own  Despairing, seeks"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, God creates the world and places the first man and woman, Adam and Eve, in a garden. The serpent, who is controlled by Satan, tricks Eve into eating fruit from the forbidden tree. God finds out and sentences the serpent, Satan, and Adam and Eve to punishment.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. God creates the world and places Adam and Eve in a garden.\n2. The serpent, who is controlled by Satan, tricks Eve into eating fruit from the forbidden tree.\n3. Eve then gives the fruit to Adam, who also eats it.\n4. God finds out and calls Adam and Eve to account for their disobedience.\n5. God sentences the serpent to crawl on its belly and eat dust, and decrees that there will be enmity between the serpent and Eve's descendants.\n6. God sentences Satan to eternal punishment and says that one of Eve's descendants will crush his head.\n7. God sentences Adam and Eve to hard labor and pain in childbirth, and tells Adam that he will return to the dust from which he was made.\n8. After the \n[/INST]\n\nBold or loquacious, thus abashed replied.  The Serpent me beguiled, and I did eat.  Which when the Lord God heard, without delay  To judgement he proceeded on the accused  Serpent, though brute; unable to transfer  The guilt on him, who made him instrument  Of mischief, and polluted from the end  Of his creation; justly then accursed,  As vitiated in nature: More to know  Concerned not Man, (since he no further knew)  Nor altered his offence; yet God at last  To Satan first in sin his doom applied,  Though in mysterious terms, judged as then best:  And on the Serpent thus his curse let fall.  Because thou hast done this, thou art accursed  Above all cattle, each beast of the field;  Upon thy belly groveling thou shalt go,  And dust shalt eat all the days of thy life.  Between thee and the woman I will put  Enmity, and between thine and her seed;  Her seed shall bruise thy head, thou bruise his heel.  So spake this oracle, then verified  When Jesus, Son of Mary, second Eve,  Saw Satan fall, like lightning, down from Heaven,  Prince of the air; then, rising from his grave  Spoiled Principalities and Powers, triumphed  In open show; and, with ascension bright,  Captivity led captive through the air,  The realm itself of Satan, long usurped;  Whom he shall tread at last under our feet;  Even he, who now foretold his fatal bruise;  And to the Woman thus his sentence turned.  Thy sorrow I will greatly multiply  By thy conception; children thou shalt bring  In sorrow forth; and to thy husband’s will  Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.  On Adam last thus judgement he pronounced.  Because thou hast hearkened to the voice of thy wife,  And eaten of the tree, concerning which  I charged thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat thereof:  Cursed is the ground for thy sake; thou in sorrow  Shalt eat thereof, all the days of thy life;  Thorns also and thistles it shall bring thee forth  Unbid; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field;  In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,  Till thou return unto the ground; for thou  Out of the ground wast taken, know thy birth,  For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.  So judged he Man, both Judge and Saviour sent;  And the instant stroke of death, denounced that day,  Removed far off; then, pitying how they stood  Before him naked to the air, that now  Must suffer change, disdained not to begin  Thenceforth the form of servant to assume;  As when he washed his servants feet; so now,  As father of his family, he clad  Their nakedness with skins of beasts, or slain,  Or as the snake with youthful coat repaid;  And thought not much to clothe his enemies;  Nor he their outward only with the skins  Of beasts, but inward nakedness, much more.  Opprobrious, with his robe of righteousness,  Arraying, covered from his Father’s sight.  To him with swift ascent he up returned,  Into his blissful bosom reassumed  In glory, as of old; to him appeased  All, though all-knowing, what had passed with Man  Recounted, mixing intercession sweet.  Mean while, ere thus was sinned and judged on Earth,  Within the gates of Hell sat Sin and Death,  In counterview within the gates, that now  Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame  Far into Chaos, since the Fiend passed through,  Sin opening; who thus now to Death began.  O Son, why sit we here each other viewing  Idly, while Satan, our great author, thrives  In other worlds, and happier seat provides  For us, his offspring dear? It cannot be  But that success attends him; if mishap,  Ere this he had returned, with fury driven  By his avengers; since no place like this  Can fit his punishment, or their revenge.  Methinks I feel new strength within me rise,  Wings growing, and dominion given me large  Beyond this deep; whatever draws me on,  Or sympathy, or some connatural force,  Powerful at greatest distance to unite,  With secret amity, things of like kind,  By secretest conveyance. Thou, my shade  Inseparable, must with me along;  For Death from Sin no power"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the aftermath of the Great Flood, the Arch-angel Michael is explaining to Adam the chain of events that will unfold in the future, starting with the rebirth of humanity and the eventual rise of a proud and ambitious leader who will bring about conflict and the building of the Tower of Babel.\n\n1. The Arch-angel Michael explains to Adam that the descendants of the few surviving humans will multiply and live in peace, laboring the soil and offering sacrifices to the Deity.\n2. A proud and ambitious leader will arise, who will not be content with equality and will arrogate dominion over his brethren, causing conflict and rebellion.\n3. This leader and his followers will build a city and a tower, whose top may reach to Heaven, in an attempt to get themselves a name and prevent their memory from being lost.\n4. God, who often descends to visit men unseen, will behold the building of the tower and will come down to see it, eventually causing the builders to speak different languages and scatter them over the face of the earth.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ndevout,  Grateful to Heaven, over his head beholds  A dewy cloud, and in the cloud a bow  Conspicuous with three lifted colours gay,  Betokening peace from God, and covenant new.  Whereat the heart of Adam, erst so sad,  Greatly rejoiced; and thus his joy broke forth.  O thou, who future things canst represent  As present, heavenly Instructer! I revive  At this last sight; assured that Man shall live,  With all the creatures, and their seed preserve.  Far less I now lament for one whole world  Of wicked sons destroyed, than I rejoice  For one man found so perfect, and so just,  That God vouchsafes to raise another world  From him, and all his anger to forget.  But say, what mean those coloured streaks in Heaven  Distended, as the brow of God appeased?  Or serve they, as a flowery verge, to bind  The fluid skirts of that same watery cloud,  Lest it again dissolve, and shower the earth?  To whom the Arch-Angel. Dextrously thou aimest;  So willingly doth God remit his ire,  Though late repenting him of Man depraved;  Grieved at his heart, when looking down he saw  The whole earth filled with violence, and all flesh  Corrupting each their way; yet, those removed,  Such grace shall one just man find in his sight,  That he relents, not to blot out mankind;  And makes a covenant never to destroy  The earth again by flood; nor let the sea  Surpass his bounds; nor rain to drown the world,  With man therein or beast; but, when he brings  Over the earth a cloud, will therein set  His triple-coloured bow, whereon to look,  And call to mind his covenant: Day and night,  Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost,  Shall hold their course; till fire purge all things new,  Both Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.          Book XII      As one who in his journey bates at noon,  Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused  Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored,  If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;  Then, with transition sweet, new speech resumes.  Thus thou hast seen one world begin, and end;  And Man, as from a second stock, proceed.  Much thou hast yet to see; but I perceive  Thy mortal sight to fail; objects divine  Must needs impair and weary human sense:  Henceforth what is to come I will relate;  Thou therefore give due audience, and attend.  This second source of Men, while yet but few,  And while the dread of judgement past remains  Fresh in their minds, fearing the Deity,  With some regard to what is just and right  Shall lead their lives, and multiply apace;  Labouring the soil, and reaping plenteous crop,  Corn, wine, and oil; and, from the herd or flock,  Oft sacrificing bullock, lamb, or kid,  With large wine-offerings poured, and sacred feast,  Shall spend their days in joy unblamed; and dwell  Long time in peace, by families and tribes,  Under paternal rule: till one shall rise  Of proud ambitious heart; who, not content  With fair equality, fraternal state,  Will arrogate dominion undeserved  Over his brethren, and quite dispossess  Concord and law of nature from the earth;  Hunting (and men not beasts shall be his game)  With war, and hostile snare, such as refuse  Subjection to his empire tyrannous:  A mighty hunter thence he shall be styled  Before the Lord; as in despite of Heaven,  Or from Heaven, claiming second sovranty;  And from rebellion shall derive his name,  Though of rebellion others he accuse.  He with a crew, whom like ambition joins  With him or under him to tyrannize,  Marching from Eden towards the west, shall find  The plain, wherein a black bituminous gurge  Boils out from under ground, the mouth of Hell:  Of brick, and of that stuff, they cast to build  A city and tower, whose top may reach to Heaven;  And get themselves a name; lest, far dispersed  In foreign lands, their memory be lost;  Regardless whether good or evil fame.  But God, who oft descends to visit men  Unseen, and through their habitations walks  To mark their doings, them beholding soon,  Comes down to see"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The story takes place in the chaotic abyss of Hell, where Satan has found himself after his rebellion against Heaven. He comes across the throne of Chaos, where various spirits and powers of the underworld reside, including Night, Orcus, Ades, Demogorgon, Rumor, Chance, Tumult, Confusion, and Discord. Satan approaches them and asks for directions to the nearest coast of darkness that borders on light, promising to return the region to their dominion if they help him. The Anarch old, who keeps residence on the frontiers of Hell, recognizes Satan and informs him that the path he seeks is near, but dangerous. After hearing this, Satan renews his strength and forcefully makes his way through the fighting elements, eventually passing through and leading the way for Sin and Death to follow.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nfoundered, on he fares,  Treading the crude consistence, half on foot,  Half flying; behoves him now both oar and sail.  As when a gryphon through the wilderness  With winged course, o’er hill or moory dale,  Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stealth  Had from his wakeful custody purloined  The guarded gold; so eagerly the Fiend  O’er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,  With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,  And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.  At length a universal hubbub wild  Of stunning sounds, and voices all confused,  Borne through the hollow dark, assaults his ear  With loudest vehemence. Thither he plies  Undaunted, to meet there whatever Power  Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss  Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask  Which way the nearest coast of darkness lies  Bordering on light; when straight behold the throne  Of Chaos, and his dark pavilion spread  Wide on the wasteful Deep! With him enthroned  Sat sable-vested Night, eldest of things,  The consort of his reign; and by them stood  Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name  Of Demogorgon; Rumour next, and Chance,  And Tumult, and Confusion, all embroiled,  And Discord with a thousand various mouths.      T’ whom Satan, turning boldly, thus:—“Ye Powers  And Spirits of this nethermost Abyss,  Chaos and ancient Night, I come no spy  With purpose to explore or to disturb  The secrets of your realm; but, by constraint  Wandering this darksome desert, as my way  Lies through your spacious empire up to light,  Alone and without guide, half lost, I seek,  What readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds  Confine with Heaven; or, if some other place,  From your dominion won, th’ Ethereal King  Possesses lately, thither to arrive  I travel this profound. Direct my course:  Directed, no mean recompense it brings  To your behoof, if I that region lost,  All usurpation thence expelled, reduce  To her original darkness and your sway  (Which is my present journey), and once more  Erect the standard there of ancient Night.  Yours be th’ advantage all, mine the revenge!”      Thus Satan; and him thus the Anarch old,  With faltering speech and visage incomposed,  Answered: “I know thee, stranger, who thou art—  That mighty leading Angel, who of late  Made head against Heaven’s King, though overthrown.  I saw and heard; for such a numerous host  Fled not in silence through the frighted Deep,  With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,  Confusion worse confounded; and Heaven-gates  Poured out by millions her victorious bands,  Pursuing. I upon my frontiers here  Keep residence; if all I can will serve  That little which is left so to defend,  Encroached on still through our intestine broils  Weakening the sceptre of old Night: first, Hell,  Your dungeon, stretching far and wide beneath;  Now lately Heaven and Earth, another world  Hung o’er my realm, linked in a golden chain  To that side Heaven from whence your legions fell!  If that way be your walk, you have not far;  So much the nearer danger. Go, and speed;  Havoc, and spoil, and ruin, are my gain.”      He ceased; and Satan stayed not to reply,  But, glad that now his sea should find a shore,  With fresh alacrity and force renewed  Springs upward, like a pyramid of fire,  Into the wild expanse, and through the shock  Of fighting elements, on all sides round  Environed, wins his way; harder beset  And more endangered than when Argo passed  Through Bosporus betwixt the justling rocks,  Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunned  Charybdis, and by th’ other whirlpool steered.  So he with difficulty and labour hard  Moved on, with difficulty and labour he;  But, he once passed, soon after, when Man fell,  Strange alteration! Sin and Death amain,  Following his track (such was the will of Heaven)  Paved after him a broad and beaten way  Over the dark Abyss, whose boiling gulf  Tamely endured a bridge of wondrous length,  From Hell continued, reaching th’ utmost orb  Of this frail World; by which the"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, God creates the world and places mankind in a state of happiness and bliss in the Garden of Eden. Satan, who was once an angel, rebels against God and is cast into Hell. From there, he seeks to corrupt mankind by tempting them to disobey God's commandments. God sees Satan's rage and knows that he will try to destroy or deceive mankind. God has given man the freedom to choose whether to obey or disobey him, and it is this freedom that allows man to fall from grace. The Son of God, who is also called the \"only begotten Son,\" is present at this creation and is filled with compassion and love for mankind. He praises God for his mercy and justice, and knows that man will find grace through these qualities. The blessed spirits in Heaven rejoice at the creation of the world and the prospect of mankind's redemption.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ntwo  Of mankind in the happy garden plac’d  Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love,  Uninterrupted joy, unrivall’d love,  In blissful solitude; he then survey’d  Hell and the gulf between, and Satan there  Coasting the wall of Heaven on this side Night  In the dun air sublime, and ready now  To stoop with wearied wings, and willing feet,  On the bare outside of this world, that seem’d  Firm land imbosom’d, without firmament,  Uncertain which, in ocean or in air.  Him God beholding from his prospect high,  Wherein past, present, future, he beholds,  Thus to his only Son foreseeing spake.  Only begotten Son, seest thou what rage  Transports our Adversary? whom no bounds  Prescrib’d no bars of Hell, nor all the chains  Heap’d on him there, nor yet the main abyss  Wide interrupt, can hold; so bent he seems  On desperate revenge, that shall redound  Upon his own rebellious head. And now,  Through all restraint broke loose, he wings his way  Not far off Heaven, in the precincts of light,  Directly towards the new created world,  And man there plac’d, with purpose to assay  If him by force he can destroy, or, worse,  By some false guile pervert; and shall pervert;  For man will hearken to his glozing lies,  And easily transgress the sole command,  Sole pledge of his obedience: So will fall  He and his faithless progeny: Whose fault?  Whose but his own? ingrate, he had of me  All he could have; I made him just and right,  Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.  Such I created all the ethereal Powers  And Spirits, both them who stood, and them who fail’d;  Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.  Not free, what proof could they have given sincere  Of true allegiance, constant faith or love,  Where only what they needs must do appear’d,  Not what they would? what praise could they receive?  What pleasure I from such obedience paid,  When will and reason (reason also is choice)  Useless and vain, of freedom both despoil’d,  Made passive both, had serv’d necessity,  Not me. They therefore, as to right belong’d,  So were created, nor can justly accuse  Their Maker, or their making, or their fate,  As if predestination over-rul’d  Their will dispos’d by absolute decree  Or high foreknowledge they themselves decreed  Their own revolt, not I; if I foreknew,  Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault,  Which had no less proved certain unforeknown.  So without least impulse or shadow of fate,  Or aught by me immutably foreseen,  They trespass, authors to themselves in all  Both what they judge, and what they choose; for so  I form’d them free: and free they must remain,  Till they enthrall themselves; I else must change  Their nature, and revoke the high decree  Unchangeable, eternal, which ordain’d  Their freedom: they themselves ordain’d their fall.  The first sort by their own suggestion fell,  Self-tempted, self-deprav’d: Man falls, deceiv’d  By the other first: Man therefore shall find grace,  The other none: In mercy and justice both,  Through Heaven and Earth, so shall my glory excel;  But Mercy, first and last, shall brightest shine.  Thus while God spake, ambrosial fragrance fill’d  All Heaven, and in the blessed Spirits elect  Sense of new joy ineffable diffus’d.  Beyond compare the Son of God was seen  Most glorious; in him all his Father shone  Substantially express’d; and in his face  Divine compassion visibly appear’d,  Love without end, and without measure grace,  Which uttering, thus he to his Father spake.  O Father, gracious was that word which clos’d  Thy sovran command, that Man should find grace;  For which both Heaven and earth shall high extol  Thy praises, with the innumerable sound  Of hymns and sacred songs, wherewith thy throne  Encompass’d shall resound thee ever blest.  For should Man finally be lost, should Man,  Thy creature late so lov’d, thy youngest son,  Fall circumvented thus by fraud, though join’d  With his own folly? that be from thee far,  That far be from thee, Father, who art judge"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is in the Garden of Eden, where Adam and the archangel Michael are having a conversation. Michael is explaining to Adam that God's presence is not confined to Paradise and that He is present in all of His creation. He also tells Adam that he has been sent to show him what will come in future days, including both good and bad events. Adam agrees to follow Michael and submit to the will of Heaven. Michael then leads Adam to a hill, the highest in Paradise, where they can see the entire earth. Michael removes a film from Adam's eyes that was caused by the \"false fruit\" and instills three drops from the well of life into his eyes to improve his sight. From this vantage point, Adam is able to see various cities and empires throughout the world.\n\nThe chain of events in the text is as follows:\n\n1. Adam and Michael are in the Garden of Eden, and Michael is explaining the nature of God's presence in the world.\n2. Michael tells Adam that he has been sent to show him what will come in future days.\n3. Adam agrees to follow Michael and submit to the will of Heaven.\n4. Michael leads \n[/INST]\n\nmemory,  Or monument to ages; and theron  Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers:  In yonder nether world where shall I seek  His bright appearances, or foot-step trace?  For though I fled him angry, yet recalled  To life prolonged and promised race, I now  Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts  Of glory; and far off his steps adore.  To whom thus Michael with regard benign.  Adam, thou knowest Heaven his, and all the Earth;  Not this rock only; his Omnipresence fills  Land, sea, and air, and every kind that lives,  Fomented by his virtual power and warmed:  All the earth he gave thee to possess and rule,  No despicable gift; surmise not then  His presence to these narrow bounds confined  Of Paradise, or Eden: this had been  Perhaps thy capital seat, from whence had spread  All generations; and had hither come  From all the ends of the earth, to celebrate  And reverence thee, their great progenitor.  But this pre-eminence thou hast lost, brought down  To dwell on even ground now with thy sons:  Yet doubt not but in valley, and in plain,  God is, as here; and will be found alike  Present; and of his presence many a sign  Still following thee, still compassing thee round  With goodness and paternal love, his face  Express, and of his steps the track divine.  Which that thou mayest believe, and be confirmed  Ere thou from hence depart; know, I am sent  To show thee what shall come in future days  To thee, and to thy offspring: good with bad  Expect to hear; supernal grace contending  With sinfulness of men; thereby to learn  True patience, and to temper joy with fear  And pious sorrow; equally inured  By moderation either state to bear,  Prosperous or adverse: so shalt thou lead  Safest thy life, and best prepared endure  Thy mortal passage when it comes.—Ascend  This hill; let Eve (for I have drenched her eyes)  Here sleep below; while thou to foresight wakest;  As once thou sleptst, while she to life was formed.  To whom thus Adam gratefully replied.  Ascend, I follow thee, safe Guide, the path  Thou leadest me; and to the hand of Heaven submit,  However chastening; to the evil turn  My obvious breast; arming to overcome  By suffering, and earn rest from labour won,  If so I may attain.—So both ascend  In the visions of God. It was a hill,  Of Paradise the highest; from whose top  The hemisphere of earth, in clearest ken,  Stretched out to the amplest reach of prospect lay.  Not higher that hill, nor wider looking round,  Whereon, for different cause, the Tempter set  Our second Adam, in the wilderness;  To show him all Earth’s kingdoms, and their glory.  His eye might there command wherever stood  City of old or modern fame, the seat  Of mightiest empire, from the destined walls  Of Cambalu, seat of Cathaian Can,  And Samarchand by Oxus, Temir’s throne,  To Paquin of Sinaean kings; and thence  To Agra and Lahor of great Mogul,  Down to the golden Chersonese; or where  The Persian in Ecbatan sat, or since  In Hispahan; or where the Russian Ksar  In Mosco; or the Sultan in Bizance,  Turchestan-born; nor could his eye not ken  The empire of Negus to his utmost port  Ercoco, and the less maritim kings  Mombaza, and Quiloa, and Melind,  And Sofala, thought Ophir, to the realm  Of Congo, and Angola farthest south;  Or thence from Niger flood to Atlas mount  The kingdoms of Almansor, Fez and Sus,  Morocco, and Algiers, and Tremisen;  On Europe thence, and where Rome was to sway  The world: in spirit perhaps he also saw  Rich Mexico, the seat of Montezume,  And Cusco in Peru, the richer seat  Of Atabalipa; and yet unspoiled  Guiana, whose great city Geryon’s sons  Call El Dorado. But to nobler sights  Michael from Adam’s eyes the film removed,  Which that false fruit that promised clearer sight  Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue  The visual nerve, for he had much to see;  And from the well of life three drops instilled.  So deep the power of these ingredients pierced,  Even to the inmost seat of mental"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the creation of the world by the Creator, followed by the resting on the seventh day and the blessing of this day. The Filial Power arrives at the imperial throne of Godhead and joins the Creator in singing the praises of the works of creation. They sing about the greatness of Jehovah and his power, and note that creating is greater than destroying. They also discuss the creation of the earth as a dwelling place for men, who are created in the image of God and are to worship him and rule over his works. The text ends with the singing of halleluiahs and the keeping of the sabbath. The chain of events in the text is as follows: 1. The Creator creates the world and everything in it in six days. 2. The Creator rests on the seventh day and blesses it. 3. The Filial Power arrives at the throne of Godhead and joins the Creator in singing praises of the works of creation. 4. They sing about the greatness and power of Jehovah. 5. They discuss the creation of the earth as a dwelling place for men. 6. The sabb \n[/INST]\n\nworks knowledge of good and evil,  Thou mayest not; in the day thou eatest, thou diest;  Death is the penalty imposed; beware,  And govern well thy appetite; lest Sin  Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.  Here finished he, and all that he had made  Viewed, and behold all was entirely good;  So even and morn accomplished the sixth day:  Yet not till the Creator from his work  Desisting, though unwearied, up returned,  Up to the Heaven of Heavens, his high abode;  Thence to behold this new created world,  The addition of his empire, how it showed  In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair,  Answering his great idea. Up he rode  Followed with acclamation, and the sound  Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that tuned  Angelick harmonies: The earth, the air  Resounded, (thou rememberest, for thou heardst,)  The heavens and all the constellations rung,  The planets in their station listening stood,  While the bright pomp ascended jubilant.  Open, ye everlasting gates! they sung,  Open, ye Heavens! your living doors; let in  The great Creator from his work returned  Magnificent, his six days work, a World;  Open, and henceforth oft; for God will deign  To visit oft the dwellings of just men,  Delighted; and with frequent intercourse  Thither will send his winged messengers  On errands of supernal grace. So sung  The glorious train ascending: He through Heaven,  That opened wide her blazing portals, led  To God’s eternal house direct the way;  A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold  And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear,  Seen in the galaxy, that milky way,  Which nightly, as a circling zone, thou seest  Powdered with stars. And now on Earth the seventh  Evening arose in Eden, for the sun  Was set, and twilight from the east came on,  Forerunning night; when at the holy mount  Of Heaven’s high-seated top, the imperial throne  Of Godhead, fixed for ever firm and sure,  The Filial Power arrived, and sat him down  With his great Father; for he also went  Invisible, yet staid, (such privilege  Hath Omnipresence) and the work ordained,  Author and End of all things; and, from work  Now resting, blessed and hallowed the seventh day,  As resting on that day from all his work,  But not in silence holy kept: the harp  Had work and rested not; the solemn pipe,  And dulcimer, all organs of sweet stop,  All sounds on fret by string or golden wire,  Tempered soft tunings, intermixed with voice  Choral or unison: of incense clouds,  Fuming from golden censers, hid the mount.  Creation and the six days acts they sung:  Great are thy works, Jehovah! infinite  Thy power! what thought can measure thee, or tongue  Relate thee! Greater now in thy return  Than from the giant Angels: Thee that day  Thy thunders magnified; but to create  Is greater than created to destroy.  Who can impair thee, Mighty King, or bound  Thy empire! Easily the proud attempt  Of Spirits apostate, and their counsels vain,  Thou hast repelled; while impiously they thought  Thee to diminish, and from thee withdraw  The number of thy worshippers. Who seeks  To lessen thee, against his purpose serves  To manifest the more thy might: his evil  Thou usest, and from thence createst more good.  Witness this new-made world, another Heaven  From Heaven-gate not far, founded in view  On the clear hyaline, the glassy sea;  Of amplitude almost immense, with stars  Numerous, and every star perhaps a world  Of destined habitation; but thou knowest  Their seasons: among these the seat of Men,  Earth, with her nether ocean circumfused,  Their pleasant dwelling-place. Thrice happy Men,  And sons of Men, whom God hath thus advanced!  Created in his image, there to dwell  And worship him; and in reward to rule  Over his works, on earth, in sea, or air,  And multiply a race of worshippers  Holy and just: Thrice happy, if they know  Their happiness, and persevere upright!  So sung they, and the empyrean rung  With halleluiahs: Thus was sabbath kept.  And thy request think now"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning of time, God is creating the world. The chain of events in the text are as follows: \n\n1. The sun rises in the east, and the moon sets in the west, mirroring each other.\n2. God commands the waters to generate reptiles and fowl.\n3. The great whales and every kind of living creature that creeps and birds of every kind are created.\n4. God blesses these creatures and tells them to be fruitful and multiply in the seas, lakes, and rivers.\n5. The waters are filled with fish of all kinds, and birds fill the air.\n6. Creatures that crawl on the ground, such as seals and dolphins, are created and fill the seas.\n7. Huge creatures, such as leviathan, are created and fill the ocean.\n8. Smaller birds sing in the woods and fly in the air.\n9. Other birds, such as swans and those with colorful feathers, fill the lakes and rivers.\n10. God commands the Earth to bring forth living souls in the form of cattle and creeping things.\n11 \n[/INST]\n\nreflection they augment  Their small peculiar, though from human sight  So far remote, with diminution seen,  First in his east the glorious lamp was seen,  Regent of day, and all the horizon round  Invested with bright rays, jocund to run  His longitude through Heaven’s high road; the gray  Dawn, and the Pleiades, before him danced,  Shedding sweet influence: Less bright the moon,  But opposite in levelled west was set,  His mirrour, with full face borrowing her light  From him; for other light she needed none  In that aspect, and still that distance keeps  Till night; then in the east her turn she shines,  Revolved on Heaven’s great axle, and her reign  With thousand lesser lights dividual holds,  With thousand thousand stars, that then appeared  Spangling the hemisphere: Then first adorned  With their bright luminaries that set and rose,  Glad evening and glad morn crowned the fourth day.  And God said, Let the waters generate  Reptile with spawn abundant, living soul:  And let fowl fly above the Earth, with wings  Displayed on the open firmament of Heaven.  And God created the great whales, and each  Soul living, each that crept, which plenteously  The waters generated by their kinds;  And every bird of wing after his kind;  And saw that it was good, and blessed them, saying.  Be fruitful, multiply, and in the seas,  And lakes, and running streams, the waters fill;  And let the fowl be multiplied, on the Earth.  Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay,  With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals  Of fish that with their fins, and shining scales,  Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft  Bank the mid sea: part single, or with mate,  Graze the sea-weed their pasture, and through groves  Of coral stray; or, sporting with quick glance,  Show to the sun their waved coats dropt with gold;  Or, in their pearly shells at ease, attend  Moist nutriment; or under rocks their food  In jointed armour watch: on smooth the seal  And bended dolphins play: part huge of bulk  Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,  Tempest the ocean: there leviathan,  Hugest of living creatures, on the deep  Stretched like a promontory sleeps or swims,  And seems a moving land; and at his gills  Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out, a sea.  Mean while the tepid caves, and fens, and shores,  Their brood as numerous hatch, from the egg that soon  Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclosed  Their callow young; but feathered soon and fledge  They summed their pens; and, soaring the air sublime,  With clang despised the ground, under a cloud  In prospect; there the eagle and the stork  On cliffs and cedar tops their eyries build:  Part loosely wing the region, part more wise  In common, ranged in figure, wedge their way,  Intelligent of seasons, and set forth  Their aery caravan, high over seas  Flying, and over lands, with mutual wing  Easing their flight; so steers the prudent crane  Her annual voyage, borne on winds; the air  Floats as they pass, fanned with unnumbered plumes:  From branch to branch the smaller birds with song  Solaced the woods, and spread their painted wings  Till even; nor then the solemn nightingale  Ceased warbling, but all night tun’d her soft lays:  Others, on silver lakes and rivers, bathed  Their downy breast; the swan with arched neck,  Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows  Her state with oary feet; yet oft they quit  The dank, and, rising on stiff pennons, tower  The mid aereal sky: Others on ground  Walked firm; the crested cock whose clarion sounds  The silent hours, and the other whose gay train  Adorns him, coloured with the florid hue  Of rainbows and starry eyes. The waters thus  With fish replenished, and the air with fowl,  Evening and morn solemnized the fifth day.  The sixth, and of creation last, arose  With evening harps and matin; when God said,  Let the Earth bring forth soul living in her kind,  Cattle, and creeping things, and beast of the Earth,  Each in their kind. The Earth obeyed,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The text describes the morning routine of Adam and Eve, their prayers to God, and their expressions of awe and gratitude for the beauty of nature and the world around them. The chain of events is as follows: \n\n1. Adam and Eve wake up in the morning.\n2. They notice the beauty of the day and are cheered by it.\n3. They wipe away tears of \"sweet remorse\" and \"pious awe.\"\n4. They go to an arborous roof and bow down in adoration.\n5. They begin their morning prayers, praising God in prose and verse.\n6. The text describes the various elements of nature, such as stars, the sun, the moon, and the elements, and encourages them to praise God.\n7. The text specifically addresses the sun, moon, stars, and elements, urging them to praise God in their own way.\n8. The text concludes by addressing \"His\" (presumably God) and encouraging all of nature to praise Him.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nholds; of all external things  Which the five watchful senses represent,  She forms imaginations, aery shapes,  Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames  All what we affirm or what deny, and call  Our knowledge or opinion; then retires  Into her private cell, when nature rests.  Oft in her absence mimick Fancy wakes  To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes,  Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams;  Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.  Some such resemblances, methinks, I find  Of our last evening’s talk, in this thy dream,  But with addition strange; yet be not sad.  Evil into the mind of God or Man  May come and go, so unreproved, and leave  No spot or blame behind: Which gives me hope  That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream,  Waking thou never will consent to do.  Be not disheartened then, nor cloud those looks,  That wont to be more cheerful and serene,  Than when fair morning first smiles on the world;  And let us to our fresh employments rise  Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers  That open now their choisest bosomed smells,  Reserved from night, and kept for thee in store.  So cheered he his fair spouse, and she was cheered;  But silently a gentle tear let fall  From either eye, and wiped them with her hair;  Two other precious drops that ready stood,  Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell  Kissed, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse  And pious awe, that feared to have offended.  So all was cleared, and to the field they haste.  But first, from under shady arborous roof  Soon as they forth were come to open sight  Of day-spring, and the sun, who, scarce up-risen,  With wheels yet hovering o’er the ocean-brim,  Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray,  Discovering in wide landskip all the east  Of Paradise and Eden’s happy plains,  Lowly they bowed adoring, and began  Their orisons, each morning duly paid  In various style; for neither various style  Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise  Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced, or sung  Unmeditated; such prompt eloquence  Flowed from their lips, in prose or numerous verse,  More tuneable than needed lute or harp  To add more sweetness; and they thus began.  These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,  Almighty! Thine this universal frame,  Thus wonderous fair; Thyself how wonderous then!  Unspeakable, who sitst above these heavens  To us invisible, or dimly seen  In these thy lowest works; yet these declare  Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.  Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,  Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs  And choral symphonies, day without night,  Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven  On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol  Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.  Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,  If better thou belong not to the dawn,  Sure pledge of day, that crownest the smiling morn  With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,  While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.  Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,  Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise  In thy eternal course, both when thou climbest,  And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fallest.  Moon, that now meetest the orient sun, now flyest,  With the fixed Stars, fixed in their orb that flies;  And ye five other wandering Fires, that move  In mystick dance not without song, resound  His praise, who out of darkness called up light.  Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth  Of Nature’s womb, that in quaternion run  Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix  And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change  Vary to our great Maker still new praise.  Ye Mists and Exhalations, that now rise  From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray,  Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,  In honour to the world’s great Author rise;  Whether to deck with clouds the uncoloured sky,  Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers,  Rising or falling still advance his praise.  His"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is Hell, where two shadowy figures, later revealed to be Satan's children, are discussing a plan to create a path from Hell to the \"new world\" where Satan now resides. They plan to do this as a monument to their merit and to ease the passage for other fallen angels. One of the figures, who has a keen sense of smell, catches the scent of death and carnage on earth and decides to follow it. Together, they fly out of the gates of Hell and into the chaos of the universe. Using their power, they create a massive bridge from Hell to the earth, connecting the two realms. The passage is smooth and easy, and now there are three paths leading to Hell, Earth, and Heaven. Satan appears in the guise of an angel and is recognized by his children. Satan had fled after seducing Eve and observing the consequences of his actions. Now, he has returned to observe the judgment of God upon Adam and Eve.</s> \n[/INST]\n\ncan separate.  But, lest the difficulty of passing back  Stay his return perhaps over this gulf  Impassable, impervious; let us try  Adventurous work, yet to thy power and mine  Not unagreeable, to found a path  Over this main from Hell to that new world,  Where Satan now prevails; a monument  Of merit high to all the infernal host,  Easing their passage hence, for intercourse,  Or transmigration, as their lot shall lead.  Nor can I miss the way, so strongly drawn  By this new-felt attraction and instinct.  Whom thus the meager Shadow answered soon.  Go, whither Fate, and inclination strong,  Leads thee; I shall not lag behind, nor err  The way, thou leading; such a scent I draw  Of carnage, prey innumerable, and taste  The savour of death from all things there that live:  Nor shall I to the work thou enterprisest  Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid.  So saying, with delight he snuffed the smell  Of mortal change on earth. As when a flock  Of ravenous fowl, though many a league remote,  Against the day of battle, to a field,  Where armies lie encamped, come flying, lured  With scent of living carcasses designed  For death, the following day, in bloody fight:  So scented the grim Feature, and upturned  His nostril wide into the murky air;  Sagacious of his quarry from so far.  Then both from out Hell-gates, into the waste  Wide anarchy of Chaos, damp and dark,  Flew diverse; and with power (their power was great)  Hovering upon the waters, what they met  Solid or slimy, as in raging sea  Tost up and down, together crouded drove,  From each side shoaling towards the mouth of Hell;  As when two polar winds, blowing adverse  Upon the Cronian sea, together drive  Mountains of ice, that stop the imagined way  Beyond Petsora eastward, to the rich  Cathaian coast. The aggregated soil  Death with his mace petrifick, cold and dry,  As with a trident, smote; and fixed as firm  As Delos, floating once; the rest his look  Bound with Gorgonian rigour not to move;  And with Asphaltick slime, broad as the gate,  Deep to the roots of Hell the gathered beach  They fastened, and the mole immense wrought on  Over the foaming deep high-arched, a bridge  Of length prodigious, joining to the wall  Immoveable of this now fenceless world,  Forfeit to Death; from hence a passage broad,  Smooth, easy, inoffensive, down to Hell.  So, if great things to small may be compared,  Xerxes, the liberty of Greece to yoke,  From Susa, his Memnonian palace high,  Came to the sea: and, over Hellespont  Bridging his way, Europe with Asia joined,  And scourged with many a stroke the indignant waves.  Now had they brought the work by wonderous art  Pontifical, a ridge of pendant rock,  Over the vexed abyss, following the track  Of Satan to the self-same place where he  First lighted from his wing, and landed safe  From out of Chaos, to the outside bare  Of this round world: With pins of adamant  And chains they made all fast, too fast they made  And durable! And now in little space  The confines met of empyrean Heaven,  And of this World; and, on the left hand, Hell  With long reach interposed; three several ways  In sight, to each of these three places led.  And now their way to Earth they had descried,  To Paradise first tending; when, behold!  Satan, in likeness of an Angel bright,  Betwixt the Centaur and the Scorpion steering  His zenith, while the sun in Aries rose:  Disguised he came; but those his children dear  Their parent soon discerned, though in disguise.  He, after Eve seduced, unminded slunk  Into the wood fast by; and, changing shape,  To observe the sequel, saw his guileful act  By Eve, though all unweeting, seconded  Upon her husband; saw their shame that sought  Vain covertures; but when he saw descend  The Son of God to judge them, terrified  He fled; not hoping to escape, but shun  The present; fearing, guilty, what his wrath  Might suddenly inflict; that past, returned  By night, and listening where the hapless pair  Sat in their sad"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The scene is in Hell, where the character Satan is speaking to his daughter, Sin, who is the guardian of the gates of Hell. Satan asks Sin why she should follow the commands of Heaven's king, who has cast him into this pit of Tartarus. Sin, who was born from Satan's head, tells him that she must obey him as he is her father and author. She then takes out the key to the gates and opens them, causing a great thunderous noise. The gates open to reveal a dark, boundless ocean, filled with chaos and the four elements fighting for mastery. Sin's son, Death, is also present in this scene. Satan looks out at this wild abyss and contemplates his voyage, before spreading his sail-broad vans and ascending into the surging smoke. He drops down tens of thousands of fathoms before being stopped by a cloud and falling into a Syrtis, a boggy area that is neither sea nor good dry land.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nbespake her sire:—      “The key of this infernal Pit, by due  And by command of Heaven’s all-powerful King,  I keep, by him forbidden to unlock  These adamantine gates; against all force  Death ready stands to interpose his dart,  Fearless to be o’ermatched by living might.  But what owe I to his commands above,  Who hates me, and hath hither thrust me down  Into this gloom of Tartarus profound,  To sit in hateful office here confined,  Inhabitant of Heaven and heavenly born—  Here in perpetual agony and pain,  With terrors and with clamours compassed round  Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed?  Thou art my father, thou my author, thou  My being gav’st me; whom should I obey  But thee? whom follow? Thou wilt bring me soon  To that new world of light and bliss, among  The gods who live at ease, where I shall reign  At thy right hand voluptuous, as beseems  Thy daughter and thy darling, without end.”      Thus saying, from her side the fatal key,  Sad instrument of all our woe, she took;  And, towards the gate rolling her bestial train,  Forthwith the huge portcullis high up-drew,  Which, but herself, not all the Stygian Powers  Could once have moved; then in the key-hole turns  Th’ intricate wards, and every bolt and bar  Of massy iron or solid rock with ease  Unfastens. On a sudden open fly,  With impetuous recoil and jarring sound,  Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate  Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook  Of Erebus. She opened; but to shut  Excelled her power: the gates wide open stood,  That with extended wings a bannered host,  Under spread ensigns marching, might pass through  With horse and chariots ranked in loose array;  So wide they stood, and like a furnace-mouth  Cast forth redounding smoke and ruddy flame.  Before their eyes in sudden view appear  The secrets of the hoary Deep—a dark  Illimitable ocean, without bound,  Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height,  And time, and place, are lost; where eldest Night  And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold  Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise  Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.  For Hot, Cold, Moist, and Dry, four champions fierce,  Strive here for mastery, and to battle bring  Their embryon atoms: they around the flag  Of each his faction, in their several clans,  Light-armed or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift, or slow,  Swarm populous, unnumbered as the sands  Of Barca or Cyrene’s torrid soil,  Levied to side with warring winds, and poise  Their lighter wings. To whom these most adhere  He rules a moment: Chaos umpire sits,  And by decision more embroils the fray  By which he reigns: next him, high arbiter,  Chance governs all. Into this wild Abyss,  The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave,  Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,  But all these in their pregnant causes mixed  Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,  Unless th’ Almighty Maker them ordain  His dark materials to create more worlds—  Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend  Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,  Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith  He had to cross. Nor was his ear less pealed  With noises loud and ruinous (to compare  Great things with small) than when Bellona storms  With all her battering engines, bent to rase  Some capital city; or less than if this frame  Of Heaven were falling, and these elements  In mutiny had from her axle torn  The steadfast Earth. At last his sail-broad vans  He spread for flight, and, in the surging smoke  Uplifted, spurns the ground; thence many a league,  As in a cloudy chair, ascending rides  Audacious; but, that seat soon failing, meets  A vast vacuity. All unawares,  Fluttering his pennons vain, plumb-down he drops  Ten thousand fathom deep, and to this hour  Down had been falling, had not, by ill chance,  The strong rebuff of some tumultuous cloud,  Instinct with fire and nitre, hurried him  As many miles aloft. That fury stayed—  Quenched in a boggy Syrtis, neither sea,  Nor good dry land—nigh"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The Lord of all is infinite, but his wrath is not without end for mortal man, who is subject to death. The narrator contemplates the possibility of death being an endless misery, which would make both death and the narrator eternal. The narrator laments that all mankind is condemned for one man's fault, and that his own corruption has brought about this wrath. The narrator wishes to bear the burden of this corruption alone, and curses his own creation. Death is slow to come, and the narrator questions why it has not yet ended his misery. Eve approaches, and the narrator sternly tells her to leave his sight, blaming her for his downfall.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nFor though the Lord of all be infinite,  Is his wrath also? Be it, Man is not so,  But mortal doomed. How can he exercise  Wrath without end on Man, whom death must end?  Can he make deathless death? That were to make  Strange contradiction, which to God himself  Impossible is held; as argument  Of weakness, not of power. Will he draw out,  For anger’s sake, finite to infinite,  In punished Man, to satisfy his rigour,  Satisfied never? That were to extend  His sentence beyond dust and Nature’s law;  By which all causes else, according still  To the reception of their matter, act;  Not to the extent of their own sphere. But say  That death be not one stroke, as I supposed,  Bereaving sense, but endless misery  From this day onward; which I feel begun  Both in me, and without me; and so last  To perpetuity;—Ay me! that fear  Comes thundering back with dreadful revolution  On my defenceless head; both Death and I  Am found eternal, and incorporate both;  Nor I on my part single; in me all  Posterity stands cursed: Fair patrimony  That I must leave ye, Sons! O, were I able  To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!  So disinherited, how would you bless  Me, now your curse! Ah, why should all mankind,  For one man’s fault, thus guiltless be condemned,  It guiltless? But from me what can proceed,  But all corrupt; both mind and will depraved  Not to do only, but to will the same  With me? How can they then acquitted stand  In sight of God? Him, after all disputes,  Forced I absolve: all my evasions vain,  And reasonings, though through mazes, lead me still  But to my own conviction: first and last  On me, me only, as the source and spring  Of all corruption, all the blame lights due;  So might the wrath! Fond wish! couldst thou support  That burden, heavier than the earth to bear;  Than all the world much heavier, though divided  With that bad Woman? Thus, what thou desirest,  And what thou fearest, alike destroys all hope  Of refuge, and concludes thee miserable  Beyond all past example and future;  To Satan only like both crime and doom.  O Conscience! into what abyss of fears  And horrours hast thou driven me; out of which  I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged!  Thus Adam to himself lamented loud,  Through the still night; not now, as ere Man fell,  Wholesome, and cool, and mild, but with black air  Accompanied; with damps, and dreadful gloom;  Which to his evil conscience represented  All things with double terrour: On the ground  Outstretched he lay, on the cold ground; and oft  Cursed his creation; Death as oft accused  Of tardy execution, since denounced  The day of his offence. Why comes not Death,  Said he, with one thrice-acceptable stroke  To end me? Shall Truth fail to keep her word,  Justice Divine not hasten to be just?  But Death comes not at call; Justice Divine  Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries,  O woods, O fountains, hillocks, dales, and bowers!  With other echo late I taught your shades  To answer, and resound far other song.—  Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,  Desolate where she sat, approaching nigh,  Soft words to his fierce passion she assayed:  But her with stern regard he thus repelled.  Out of my sight, thou Serpent! That name best  Befits thee with him leagued, thyself as false  And hateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape,  Like his, and colour serpentine, may show  Thy inward fraud; to warn all creatures from thee  Henceforth; lest that too heavenly form, pretended  To hellish falshood, snare them! But for thee  I had persisted happy; had not thy pride  And wandering vanity, when least was safe,  Rejected my forewarning, and disdained  Not to be trusted; longing to be seen,  Though by the Devil himself; him overweening  To over-reach; but, with the serpent meeting,  Fooled and beguiled; by him thou, I by thee  To trust thee from my side; imagined wise,  Constant, mature, proof against all assaults;  And understood not all was but a show,  Rather than solid virtue; all but"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The setting is the Garden of Eden, where Adam and the angel Raphael are having a conversation. Adam has just expressed his gratitude to Raphael for clarifying his doubts about the nature of the universe and the place of humans in it. He mentions that he has heard about events that occurred before his own memory, and now he wants to share his own story, which Raphael may not have heard before. Raphael agrees and encourages Adam to speak, saying that he and the other angels are interested in the ways of God with Man. Adam begins to tell the story of how he came to be in the Garden of Eden. He describes waking up from a deep sleep and seeing the beauty of the world around him for the first time. He is filled with wonder and joy at the sight of the hills, dales, woods, plains, and streams, as well as the creatures that live and move in this new world. He is overwhelmed with emotion and feels his heart overflowing with fragrance and joy.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nthus far hath been revealed  Not of Earth only, but of highest Heaven.  To whom thus Adam, cleared of doubt, replied.  How fully hast thou satisfied me, pure  Intelligence of Heaven, Angel serene!  And, freed from intricacies, taught to live  The easiest way; nor with perplexing thoughts  To interrupt the sweet of life, from which  God hath bid dwell far off all anxious cares,  And not molest us; unless we ourselves  Seek them with wandering thoughts, and notions vain.  But apt the mind or fancy is to rove  Unchecked, and of her roving is no end;  Till warned, or by experience taught, she learn,  That, not to know at large of things remote  From use, obscure and subtle; but, to know  That which before us lies in daily life,  Is the prime wisdom: What is more, is fume,  Or emptiness, or fond impertinence:  And renders us, in things that most concern,  Unpractised, unprepared, and still to seek.  Therefore from this high pitch let us descend  A lower flight, and speak of things at hand  Useful; whence, haply, mention may arise  Of something not unseasonable to ask,  By sufferance, and thy wonted favour, deigned.  Thee I have heard relating what was done  Ere my remembrance: now, hear me relate  My story, which perhaps thou hast not heard;  And day is not yet spent; till then thou seest  How subtly to detain thee I devise;  Inviting thee to hear while I relate;  Fond! were it not in hope of thy reply:  For, while I sit with thee, I seem in Heaven;  And sweeter thy discourse is to my ear  Than fruits of palm-tree pleasantest to thirst  And hunger both, from labour, at the hour  Of sweet repast; they satiate, and soon fill,  Though pleasant; but thy words, with grace divine  Imbued, bring to their sweetness no satiety.  To whom thus Raphael answered heavenly meek.  Nor are thy lips ungraceful, Sire of men,  Nor tongue ineloquent; for God on thee  Abundantly his gifts hath also poured  Inward and outward both, his image fair:  Speaking, or mute, all comeliness and grace  Attends thee; and each word, each motion, forms;  Nor less think we in Heaven of thee on Earth  Than of our fellow-servant, and inquire  Gladly into the ways of God with Man:  For God, we see, hath honoured thee, and set  On Man his equal love: Say therefore on;  For I that day was absent, as befel,  Bound on a voyage uncouth and obscure,  Far on excursion toward the gates of Hell;  Squared in full legion (such command we had)  To see that none thence issued forth a spy,  Or enemy, while God was in his work;  Lest he, incensed at such eruption bold,  Destruction with creation might have mixed.  Not that they durst without his leave attempt;  But us he sends upon his high behests  For state, as Sovran King; and to inure  Our prompt obedience. Fast we found, fast shut,  The dismal gates, and barricadoed strong;  But long ere our approaching heard within  Noise, other than the sound of dance or song,  Torment, and loud lament, and furious rage.  Glad we returned up to the coasts of light  Ere sabbath-evening: so we had in charge.  But thy relation now; for I attend,  Pleased with thy words no less than thou with mine.  So spake the Godlike Power, and thus our Sire.  For Man to tell how human life began  Is hard; for who himself beginning knew  Desire with thee still longer to converse  Induced me. As new waked from soundest sleep,  Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid,  In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun  Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed.  Straight toward Heaven my wondering eyes I turned,  And gazed a while the ample sky; till, raised  By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung,  As thitherward endeavouring, and upright  Stood on my feet: about me round I saw  Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains,  And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these,  Creatures that lived and moved, and walked, or flew;  Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled;  With fragrance and with joy my heart o’erflowed.  Myself I then perused, and limb by"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the beginning, the Son of God (Jesus) volunteers to become a man and die for humanity's sins, so that they may be redeemed. God the Father accepts his offer and explains the plan of salvation to the Son and the audience in Heaven.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. The Son of God offers to become a man and die for humanity's sins.\n2. God the Father accepts his offer.\n3. The Son will become flesh, be born of a virgin, and live as a man among men on Earth.\n4. He will be the head of all mankind, taking Adam's place as the representative of humanity.\n5. Through the Son, those who renounce their own deeds and live in him will be absolved of their sins and receive new life.\n6. The Son will satisfy the demands of justice by dying for mankind, and by his death and resurrection, he will raise his brethren.\n7. The Son's humiliation will exalt his manhood to the throne of God, making him the universal King with all power and authority.\n8. At the end of time, the Son \n[/INST]\n\nloathsome grave  His prey, nor suffer my unspotted soul  For ever with corruption there to dwell;  But I shall rise victorious, and subdue  My vanquisher, spoiled of his vaunted spoil.  Death his death’s wound shall then receive, and stoop  Inglorious, of his mortal sting disarmed;  I through the ample air in triumph high  Shall lead Hell captive maugre Hell, and show  The powers of darkness bound. Thou, at the sight  Pleased, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,  While, by thee raised, I ruin all my foes;  Death last, and with his carcase glut the grave;  Then, with the multitude of my redeemed,  Shall enter Heaven, long absent, and return,  Father, to see thy face, wherein no cloud  Of anger shall remain, but peace assured  And reconcilement: wrath shall be no more  Thenceforth, but in thy presence joy entire.      His words here ended; but his meek aspect  Silent yet spake, and breathed immortal love  To mortal men, above which only shone  Filial obedience: as a sacrifice  Glad to be offered, he attends the will  Of his great Father. Admiration seized  All Heaven, what this might mean, and whither tend,  Wondering; but soon th’ Almighty thus replied:      O thou in Heaven and Earth the only peace  Found out for mankind under wrath, O thou  My sole complacence! Well thou know’st how dear  To me are all my works; nor Man the least,  Though last created, that for him I spare  Thee from my bosom and right hand, to save,  By losing thee a while, the whole race lost.  Thou, therefore, whom thou only canst redeem,  Their nature also to thy nature join;  And be thyself Man among men on Earth,  Made flesh, when time shall be, of virgin seed,  By wondrous birth; be thou in Adam’s room  The head of all mankind, though Adam’s son.  As in him perish all men, so in thee,  As from a second root, shall be restored  As many as are restored, without thee none.  His crime makes guilty all his sons; thy merit,  Imputed, shall absolve them who renounce  Their own both righteous and unrighteous deeds,  And live in thee transplanted, and from thee  Receive new life. So Man, as is most just,  Shall satisfy for Man, be judged and die,  And dying rise, and rising with him raise  His brethren, ransomed with his own dear life.  So heavenly love shall outdo hellish hate,  Giving to death, and dying to redeem,  So dearly to redeem what hellish hate  So easily destroyed, and still destroys  In those who, when they may, accept not grace.  Nor shalt thou, by descending to assume  Man’s nature, lessen or degrade thine own.  Because thou hast, though throned in highest bliss  Equal to God, and equally enjoying  God-like fruition, quitted all, to save  A world from utter loss, and hast been found  By merit more than birthright Son of God,  Found worthiest to be so by being good,  Far more than great or high; because in thee  Love hath abounded more than glory abounds;  Therefore thy humiliation shall exalt  With thee thy manhood also to this throne:  Here shalt thou sit incarnate, here shalt reign  Both God and Man, Son both of God and Man,  Anointed universal King; all power  I give thee; reign for ever, and assume  Thy merits; under thee, as head supreme,  Thrones, Princedoms, Powers, Dominions, I reduce:  All knees to thee shall bow, of them that bide  In Heaven, or Earth, or under Earth in Hell.  When thou, attended gloriously from Heaven,  Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send  The summoning Arch-Angels to proclaim  Thy dread tribunal; forthwith from all winds,  The living, and forthwith the cited dead  Of all past ages, to the general doom  Shall hasten; such a peal shall rouse their sleep.  Then, all thy saints assembled, thou shalt judge  Bad Men and Angels; they, arraigned, shall sink  Beneath thy sentence; Hell, her numbers full,  Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Mean while  The world shall burn, and from her ashes spring  New Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell,  And, after all their tribulations long,  See golden days,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The Son of God speaks to God, expressing his readiness to defeat the rebels in Heaven. Meanwhile, Satan and his vast army of followers advance towards the palace of Lucifer. They pass by the regions of Seraphim, Potentates, and Thrones. After reaching the northern limits, they arrive at the royal seat of Lucifer, which is a magnificent palace made of diamonds and gold. Lucifer, now calling himself King, has assembled all his followers to discuss how they should receive their King with honors and knee-tribute. Amidst this, Abdiel, a Seraph who is fiercely loyal to God, opposes Lucifer's blasphemous and proud words, questioning his right to give law to God and dispute the points of liberty with Him.</s> \n[/INST]\n\nLightning divine, ineffable, serene,  Made answer. Mighty Father, thou thy foes  Justly hast in derision, and, secure,  Laughest at their vain designs and tumults vain,  Matter to me of glory, whom their hate  Illustrates, when they see all regal power  Given me to quell their pride, and in event  Know whether I be dextrous to subdue  Thy rebels, or be found the worst in Heaven.  So spake the Son; but Satan, with his Powers,  Far was advanced on winged speed; an host  Innumerable as the stars of night,  Or stars of morning, dew-drops, which the sun  Impearls on every leaf and every flower.  Regions they passed, the mighty regencies  Of Seraphim, and Potentates, and Thrones,  In their triple degrees; regions to which  All thy dominion, Adam, is no more  Than what this garden is to all the earth,  And all the sea, from one entire globose  Stretched into longitude; which having passed,  At length into the limits of the north  They came; and Satan to his royal seat  High on a hill, far blazing, as a mount  Raised on a mount, with pyramids and towers  From diamond quarries hewn, and rocks of gold;  The palace of great Lucifer, (so call  That structure in the dialect of men  Interpreted,) which not long after, he  Affecting all equality with God,  In imitation of that mount whereon  Messiah was declared in sight of Heaven,  The Mountain of the Congregation called;  For thither he assembled all his train,  Pretending so commanded to consult  About the great reception of their King,  Thither to come, and with calumnious art  Of counterfeited truth thus held their ears.  Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers;  If these magnifick titles yet remain  Not merely titular, since by decree  Another now hath to himself engrossed  All power, and us eclipsed under the name  Of King anointed, for whom all this haste  Of midnight-march, and hurried meeting here,  This only to consult how we may best,  With what may be devised of honours new,  Receive him coming to receive from us  Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile!  Too much to one! but double how endured,  To one, and to his image now proclaimed?  But what if better counsels might erect  Our minds, and teach us to cast off this yoke?  Will ye submit your necks, and choose to bend  The supple knee? Ye will not, if I trust  To know ye right, or if ye know yourselves  Natives and sons of Heaven possessed before  By none; and if not equal all, yet free,  Equally free; for orders and degrees  Jar not with liberty, but well consist.  Who can in reason then, or right, assume  Monarchy over such as live by right  His equals, if in power and splendour less,  In freedom equal? or can introduce  Law and edict on us, who without law  Err not? much less for this to be our Lord,  And look for adoration, to the abuse  Of those imperial titles, which assert  Our being ordained to govern, not to serve.  Thus far his bold discourse without controul  Had audience; when among the Seraphim  Abdiel, than whom none with more zeal adored  The Deity, and divine commands obeyed,  Stood up, and in a flame of zeal severe  The current of his fury thus opposed.  O argument blasphemous, false, and proud!  Words which no ear ever to hear in Heaven  Expected, least of all from thee, Ingrate,  In place thyself so high above thy peers.  Canst thou with impious obloquy condemn  The just decree of God, pronounced and sworn,  That to his only Son, by right endued  With regal scepter, every soul in Heaven  Shall bend the knee, and in that honour due  Confess him rightful King? unjust, thou sayest,  Flatly unjust, to bind with laws the free,  And equal over equals to let reign,  One over all with unsucceeded power.  Shalt thou give law to God? shalt thou dispute  With him the points of liberty, who made  Thee what thou art, and formed the Powers of Heaven  Such as he pleased, and circumscribed their being?  Yet, by experience taught, we know how good,  And of our good and of our dignity  How provident he is; how far"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: The archangel Wrath, also known as Michael, leads God's army against the rebellious angels who have turned against Him. The rebellious angels, led by Satan, are driven back by Michael's forces and ultimately cast out of Heaven.\n\n* Michael and his army of Thrones and Seraphim advance on the rebellious angels.\n* Michael grasps ten thousand thunders in his right hand and sends them before him, striking fear into the hearts of the rebels.\n* The rebels are unable to resist and their weapons fall from their hands.\n* Michael rides over the prostrate forms of the rebellious angels, who wish that mountains would fall on them to protect them from his wrath.\n* Michael's arrows strike the rebels on either side, causing them to wither and lose their strength.\n* Michael holds back his full strength, intending to root out the rebels from Heaven rather than destroy them.\n* He raises up the fallen angels and drives them towards the bounds of Heaven.\n* The gates of Heaven open wide and the rebels are cast out into the abyss.\n* Hell, unable to with \n[/INST]\n\nwrath bent on his enemies.  At once the Four spread out their starry wings  With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs  Of his fierce chariot rolled, as with the sound  Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.  He on his impious foes right onward drove,  Gloomy as night; under his burning wheels  The stedfast empyrean shook throughout,  All but the throne itself of God. Full soon  Among them he arrived; in his right hand  Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent  Before him, such as in their souls infixed  Plagues: They, astonished, all resistance lost,  All courage; down their idle weapons dropt:  O’er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode  Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate,  That wished the mountains now might be again  Thrown on them, as a shelter from his ire.  Nor less on either side tempestuous fell  His arrows, from the fourfold-visaged Four  Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels  Distinct alike with multitude of eyes;  One Spirit in them ruled; and every eye  Glared lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire  Among the accursed, that withered all their strength,  And of their wonted vigour left them drained,  Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fallen.  Yet half his strength he put not forth, but checked  His thunder in mid volley; for he meant  Not to destroy, but root them out of Heaven:  The overthrown he raised, and as a herd  Of goats or timorous flock together thronged  Drove them before him thunder-struck, pursued  With terrours, and with furies, to the bounds  And crystal wall of Heaven; which, opening wide,  Rolled inward, and a spacious gap disclosed  Into the wasteful deep: The monstrous sight  Struck them with horrour backward, but far worse  Urged them behind: Headlong themselves they threw  Down from the verge of Heaven; eternal wrath  Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.  Hell heard the unsufferable noise, Hell saw  Heaven ruining from Heaven, and would have fled  Affrighted; but strict Fate had cast too deep  Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound.  Nine days they fell: Confounded Chaos roared,  And felt tenfold confusion in their fall  Through his wild anarchy, so huge a rout  Incumbered him with ruin: Hell at last  Yawning received them whole, and on them closed;  Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire  Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain.  Disburdened Heaven rejoiced, and soon repaired  Her mural breach, returning whence it rolled.  Sole victor, from the expulsion of his foes,  Messiah his triumphal chariot turned:  To meet him all his Saints, who silent stood  Eye-witnesses of his almighty acts,  With jubilee advanced; and, as they went,  Shaded with branching palm, each Order bright,  Sung triumph, and him sung victorious King,  Son, Heir, and Lord, to him dominion given,  Worthiest to reign: He, celebrated, rode  Triumphant through mid Heaven, into the courts  And temple of his Mighty Father throned  On high; who into glory him received,  Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss.  Thus, measuring things in Heaven by things on Earth,  At thy request, and that thou mayest beware  By what is past, to thee I have revealed  What might have else to human race been hid;  The discord which befel, and war in Heaven  Among the angelick Powers, and the deep fall  Of those too high aspiring, who rebelled  With Satan; he who envies now thy state,  Who now is plotting how he may seduce  Thee also from obedience, that, with him  Bereaved of happiness, thou mayest partake  His punishment, eternal misery;  Which would be all his solace and revenge,  As a despite done against the Most High,  Thee once to gain companion of his woe.  But listen not to his temptations, warn  Thy weaker; let it profit thee to have heard,  By terrible example, the reward  Of disobedience; firm they might have stood,  Yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress.          Book VII      Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name  If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine  Following,"
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   "texts": "[INST] You are a writer, who can write texts as sophisticated as classical literature. Your texts are long and logically structured. \nPlease write a piece of fictional text based on the plan provided.\n \n SETTING: In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve stand before each other after Eve has eaten the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge.\n\nChain of events:\n\n1. Adam stands silent and pale, breaking his inward silence about the situation.\n2. He contemplates on Eve's beauty and her actions.\n3. Adam expresses his sadness about Eve's loss of innocence and her impending death.\n4. He acknowledges that he will die with her, as they are one flesh.\n5. Adam tries to comfort himself by recalling the bond of nature between them.\n6. He then turns to Eve and rebukes her for her bold and adventurous deed.\n7. Adam reminds Eve of the gravity of her actions and the consequences of her transgression.\n8. He expresses his doubt that God would destroy them, despite the threat.\n9. Adam contemplates the possibility of becoming gods or angels through tasting the fruit.\n10. He decides to share the fate of Eve and face the consequences together.\n11. Eve responds to Adam's words, expressing her admiration for his love and willingness \n[/INST]\n\nSpeechless he stood and pale, till thus at length  First to himself he inward silence broke.  O fairest of Creation, last and best  Of all God’s works, Creature in whom excelled  Whatever can to sight or thought be formed,  Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!  How art thou lost! how on a sudden lost,  Defaced, deflowered, and now to death devote!  Rather, how hast thou yielded to transgress  The strict forbiddance, how to violate  The sacred fruit forbidden! Some cursed fraud  Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,  And me with thee hath ruined; for with thee  Certain my resolution is to die:  How can I live without thee! how forego  Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined,  To live again in these wild woods forlorn!  Should God create another Eve, and I  Another rib afford, yet loss of thee  Would never from my heart: no, no! I feel  The link of Nature draw me: flesh of flesh,  Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state  Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.  So having said, as one from sad dismay  Recomforted, and after thoughts disturbed  Submitting to what seemed remediless,  Thus in calm mood his words to Eve he turned.  Bold deed thou hast presumed, adventurous Eve,  And peril great provoked, who thus hast dared,  Had it been only coveting to eye  That sacred fruit, sacred to abstinence,  Much more to taste it under ban to touch.  But past who can recall, or done undo?  Not God Omnipotent, nor Fate; yet so  Perhaps thou shalt not die, perhaps the fact  Is not so heinous now, foretasted fruit,  Profaned first by the serpent, by him first  Made common, and unhallowed, ere our taste;  Nor yet on him found deadly; yet he lives;  Lives, as thou saidst, and gains to live, as Man,  Higher degree of life; inducement strong  To us, as likely tasting to attain  Proportional ascent; which cannot be  But to be Gods, or Angels, demi-Gods.  Nor can I think that God, Creator wise,  Though threatening, will in earnest so destroy  Us his prime creatures, dignified so high,  Set over all his works; which in our fall,  For us created, needs with us must fail,  Dependant made; so God shall uncreate,  Be frustrate, do, undo, and labour lose;  Not well conceived of God, who, though his power  Creation could repeat, yet would be loth  Us to abolish, lest the Adversary  Triumph, and say; “Fickle their state whom God  Most favours; who can please him long? Me first  He ruined, now Mankind; whom will he next?”  Matter of scorn, not to be given the Foe.  However I with thee have fixed my lot,  Certain to undergo like doom: If death  Consort with thee, death is to me as life;  So forcible within my heart I feel  The bond of Nature draw me to my own;  My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;  Our state cannot be severed; we are one,  One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.  So Adam; and thus Eve to him replied.  O glorious trial of exceeding love,  Illustrious evidence, example high!  Engaging me to emulate; but, short  Of thy perfection, how shall I attain,  Adam, from whose dear side I boast me sprung,  And gladly of our union hear thee speak,  One heart, one soul in both; whereof good proof  This day affords, declaring thee resolved,  Rather than death, or aught than death more dread,  Shall separate us, linked in love so dear,  To undergo with me one guilt, one crime,  If any be, of tasting this fair fruit;  Whose virtue for of good still good proceeds,  Direct, or by occasion, hath presented  This happy trial of thy love, which else  So eminently never had been known?  Were it I thought death menaced would ensue  This my attempt, I would sustain alone  The worst, and not persuade thee, rather die  Deserted, than oblige thee with a fact  Pernicious to thy peace; chiefly assured  Remarkably so late of thy so true,  So faithful, love unequalled: but I feel  Far otherwise the event; not death, but life  Augmented, opened eyes, new hopes, new joys,  Taste so divine, that what of sweet before  Hath touched my sense, flat"
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