| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: Shakespeare's friend was the same as his own - WILL.
'As for the other suggestions of unfortunate commentators, that Mr.
W. H. is a misprint for Mr. W. S., meaning Mr. William Shakespeare;
that "Mr. W. H. all" should be read "Mr. W. Hall"; that Mr. W. H.
is Mr. William Hathaway; and that a full stop should be placed
after "wisheth," making Mr. W. H. the writer and not the subject of
the dedication, - Cyril got rid of them in a very short time; and
it is not worth while to mention his reasons, though I remember he
sent me off into a fit of laughter by reading to me, I am glad to
say not in the original, some extracts from a German commentator
called Barnstorff, who insisted that Mr. W. H. was no less a person
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.
TO SYDNEY
NOT thine where marble-still and white
Old statues share the tempered light
And mock the uneven modern flight,
But in the stream
Of daily sorrow and delight
To seek a theme.
I too, O friend, have steeled my heart
Boldly to choose the better part,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: I didn't want to leave Wales when my parents were emigrating.
Though I was not quite eight years old I decided I would let them
go without me. The last act of my mother was to reach under the
bed, take hold of my heels and drag me out of the house feet
first. I tried to hang on to the cracks in the floor, and tore
off a few splinters to remember the old homestead by. I never was
quite satisfied with that leave-taking, and nearly forty years
later when I had car fare, I went back to that town. I never like
to go out of a place feet first, and I cleared my record this
time by walking out of my native village, head up and of my own
free will.
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