| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: "I want to know," said she, with a countenance no less smiling
than her sister's, "what you have learnt about Mr. Wickham.
But perhaps you have been too pleasantly engaged to think of
any third person; in which case you may be sure of my pardon."
"No," replied Jane, "I have not forgotten him; but I have nothing
satisfactory to tell you. Mr. Bingley does not know the whole of
his history, and is quite ignorant of the circumstances which have
principally offended Mr. Darcy; but he will vouch for the good
conduct, the probity, and honour of his friend, and is perfectly
convinced that Mr. Wickham has deserved much less attention
from Mr. Darcy than he has received; and I am sorry to say by
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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: you," the Apostle reminds the Galatians. "But you haven't manifested any of
these fruits under the regime of the Law. How does it come that you do not
grow the same fruits now? You no longer teach truly; you do not believe
boldly; you do not live well; you do not work hard; you do not bear things
patiently. Who has spoiled you that you no longer love me; that you are not
now ready to pluck out your eyes for me? What has happened to cool your
personal interest in me?"
The same thing happened to me. When I began to proclaim the Gospel, there
were many, very many who were delighted with our doctrine and had a good
opinion of us. And now? Now they have succeeded in making us so odious to
those who formerly loved us that they now hate us like poison.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: Bot for I lede a povere route
And am, as who seith, at meschief,
The name of Pilour and of thief
I bere; and thou, which routes grete
Miht lede and take thi beyete, 2390
And dost riht as I wolde do,
Thi name is nothing cleped so,
Bot thou art named Emperour.
Oure dedes ben of o colour
And in effect of o decerte,
Bot thi richesse and my poverte
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