|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare:
With this my bat will I beat out thy brains.
Down, down, I say, prostrate thy self upon the ground.
Then, Mucedorus, farewell; my hoped joys, farewell.
Yea, farewell life, and welcome present death!
To thee, O God, I yield my dying ghost.
Now, Bremo, play thy part.--
How now, what sudden chance is this?
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
labor and the pain, while he took his delight with his lady; and
that they would have at least one merry night before they were
slain by the Cimaroons, or eaten by panthers and lagartos; and so
got out of the pinnace two great skins of Canary wine, which were
taken in the Lima prize, and sat themselves down to drink.
Moreover, there were in the pinnace a great sight of hens, which
came from the same prize, by which Mr. O. set great store, keeping
them for the lady and the little maid; and falling upon these, the
men began to blaspheme, saying, 'What a plague had the captain to
fill the boat with dirty live lumber for that giglet's sake? They
had a better right to a good supper than ever she had, and might
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift:
A boy in yonder isle below,
So like my own without his bow,
By beauty could your heart be won,
You'd swear it is Apollo's son;
But it shall ne'er be said, a child
So hopeful has by me been spoiled;
I have enough besides to spare,
And give him wholly to your care.
Wisdom's above suspecting wiles;
The queen of learning gravely smiles,
Down from Olympus comes with joy,