| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Across The Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson: twentieth of your nervous output. Nor have you the right to look
for more; in the wages of the life, not in the wages of the trade,
lies your reward; the work is here the wages. It will be seen I
have little sympathy with the common lamentations of the artist
class. Perhaps they do not remember the hire of the field
labourer; or do they think no parallel will lie? Perhaps they have
never observed what is the retiring allowance of a field officer;
or do they suppose their contributions to the arts of pleasing more
important than the services of a colonel? Perhaps they forget on
how little Millet was content to live; or do they think, because
they have less genius, they stand excused from the display of equal
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians by Martin Luther: the side, usurping Christ's throne, and to say: "I am going to justify you
people; I am going to save you." By what means? By masses, pilgrimages,
pardons, merits, etc. For this is Antichrist's doctrine: Faith is no good,
unless it is reinforced by works. By this abominable doctrine Antichrist has
spoiled, darkened, and buried the benefit of Christ, and in place of the
grace of Christ and His Kingdom, he has established the doctrine of works
and the kingdom of ceremonies.
We despise the grace of God when we observe the Law for the purpose of
being justified. The Law is good, holy, and profitable, but it does not
justify. To keep the Law in order to be justified means to reject grace, to
deny Christ, to despise His sacrifice, and to be lost.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: With windlesses, and with assaies of Bias,
By indirections finde directions out:
So by my former Lecture and aduice
Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
Reynol. My Lord I haue
Polon. God buy you; fare you well
Reynol. Good my Lord
Polon. Obserue his inclination in your selfe
Reynol. I shall my Lord
Polon. And let him plye his Musicke
Reynol. Well, my Lord.
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