|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:
And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
To pay him tribute and submit thyself,
Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
And still enjoy the regal dignity.
Must he be then as shadow of himself?
Adorn his temples with a coronet,
And yet, in substance and authority,
Retain but privilege of a private man?
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley:
world's end. But I don't like going at all, and that's the truth."
"Pooh! pooh! pooh!" said the fairy. "You will like it very well
indeed, you little rogue, and you know that at the bottom of your
heart. But if you don't, I will make you like it. Come here, and
see what happens to people who do only what is pleasant."
And she took out of one of her cupboards (she had all sorts of
mysterious cupboards in the cracks of the rocks) the most wonderful
waterproof book, full of such photographs as never were seen. For
she had found out photography (and this is a fact) more than
13,598,000 years before anybody was born; and, what is more, her
photographs did not merely represent light and shade, as ours do,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott:
Craigengelt had just reached him.
Sir William Ashton, alarmed for his son's safety, rushed between
the young men and Ravenswood, exclaiming: "My son, I command you-
-Bucklaw, I entreat you--keep the peace, in the name of the Queen
and of the law!"
"In the name of the law of God," said Bide-the-Bent,
advancing also with uplifted hands between Bucklaw, the Colonel,
and the object of their resentment--"in the name of Him who
brought peace on earth and good-will to mankind, I implore--I
beseech--I command you to forbear violence towards each other!
God hateth the bloodthirsty man; he who striketh with the sword
The Bride of Lammermoor