| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: And while you live, I freely give to you
Four pound a year, for the four pound I ought you.
SEELY.
Art not changed, art old Tom still! Now God bless the
good Lord Tom. Home, Joan, home; I'll dine with my
Lord Tom to day, and thou shalt come next week. Fetch
my Cow; home, Joan, home.
WIFE.
Now God bless thee, my good Lord Tom; I'll fetch my
cow presently.
[Exit Wife.]
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: down their sign in hopes of a late visitor or two."
A few persons in the costume of the time of King Hans passed quickly by him.
"How strange they look! The good folks come probably from a masquerade!"
Suddenly was heard the sound of drums and fifes; the bright blaze of a fire
shot up from time to time, and its ruddy gleams seemed to contend with the
bluish light of the torches. The Councillor stood still, and watched a most
strange procession pass by. First came a dozen drummers, who understood pretty
well how to handle their instruments; then came halberdiers, and some armed
with cross-bows. The principal person in the procession was a priest.
Astonished at what he saw, the Councillor asked what was the meaning of all
this mummery, and who that man was.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac: passion. Whenever either of the brothers found himself alone with
Laurence he might reasonably suppose himself the one preferred.
"I fancy then that there is but one of them," explained the countess
to the abbe when he questioned her. That answer showed the priest her
total want of coquetry. Laurence did not conceive that she was loved
by two men.
"But, my dear child," said Madame d'Hauteserre one evening (her own
son silently dying of love for Laurence), "you must choose!"
"Oh, let us be happy," she replied; "God will save us from ourselves."
Adrien d'Hauteserre buried within his breast the jealousy that was
consuming him; he kept the secret of his torture, aware of how little
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