|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Crito by Plato:
Thessaly and other places.
Socrates is afraid that Crito is but pressing upon him the opinions of the
many: whereas, all his life long he has followed the dictates of reason
only and the opinion of the one wise or skilled man. There was a time when
Crito himself had allowed the propriety of this. And although some one
will say 'the many can kill us,' that makes no difference; but a good life,
in other words, a just and honourable life, is alone to be valued. All
considerations of loss of reputation or injury to his children should be
dismissed: the only question is whether he would be right in attempting to
escape. Crito, who is a disinterested person not having the fear of death
before his eyes, shall answer this for him. Before he was condemned they
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
"Bideford is an empty place now-a-days, and nothing stirring, sir.
What with Sir Richard to Ireland, and Sir John to London, and all
the young gentlemen to the wars, there's no one to buy good liquor,
and no one to court the young ladies, neither. Sack, sir? I hope
so. I haven't brewed a gallon of it this fortnight, if you'll
believe me; ale, sir, and aqua vitae, and such low-bred trade, is
all I draw now-a-days. Try a pint of sherry, sir, now, to give you
an appetite. You mind my sherry of old? Jane! Sherry and sugar,
quick, while I pull off the captain's boots."
Amyas sat weary and sad, while the innkeeper chattered on.
"Ah, sir! two or three like you would set the young ladies all
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare:
Wooing his purity with her fair pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell:
For being both to me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument.
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?