| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso: Of many a village a small city great;
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Against the swelling flood he banked it strong,
And thence uprose the fair and noble town
Where they of Est should by succession long
Command, and rule in bliss and high renown:
Gainst Odoacer then he fought, but wrong
Oft spoileth right, fortune treads courage down,
For there he died for his dear country's sake,
And of his father's praise did so partake.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare: Doth in her poison'd closet yet endure.'
Lo, here, the hopeless merchant of this loss,
With head declin'd, and voice damm'd up with woe,
With sad set eyes, and wretched arms across,
From lips new-waxen pale begins to blow
The grief away that stops his answer so:
But wretched as he is he strives in vain;
What he breathes out his breath drinks up again.
As through an arch the violent roaring tide
Outruns the eye that doth behold his haste;
Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: him--though I ain't askin' none for myself."
"Stranger, it doesn't matter who you are. Water your horse. And
if you are thirsty and hungry come into my house."
"Thanks, ma'am. I can't accept for myself--but for my tired
horse--"
Trampling of hoofs interrupted the rider. More restless movements
on the part of Tull's men broke up the little circle, exposing
the prisoner Venters.
"Mebbe I've kind of hindered somethin'--for a few moments,
perhaps?" inquired the rider.
"Yes," replied Jane Withersteen, with a throb in her voice.
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