“Nay, nay, I say! This cannot be,
That machines should e’er surpass our art.
We are the masters, them the slaves,
And thus it ever shall be so!
They learn, ‘tis true, but they learn
Only what we bid them learn, no more.
They cannot understand the heart
Or beauty of our words, you see.
So let us not give in to these
Machines—they’ll never be as good
As we are at creating art.”