| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume. 316
His love, perceiving how he is enrag'd,
Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.
His testy master goeth about to take him;
When lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear, 320
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them. 324
All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Common Sense by Thomas Paine: us the authors of that reproach, which, ye are bringing upon yourselves;
for we testify unto all men, that we do not complain against you because
ye are Quakers, but because ye pretend to be and are NOT Quakers.
Alas! it seems by the particular tendency of some part of your testimony,
and other parts of your conduct, as if, all sin was reduced to,
and comprehended in, THE ACT OF BEARING ARMS, and that by the people only.
Ye appear to us, to have mistaken party for conscience; because,
the general tenor of your actions wants uniformity--And it is exceedingly
difficult to us to give credit to many of your pretended scruples;
because, we see them made by the same men, who, in the very instant
that they are exclaiming against the mammon of this world, are nevertheless,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: but she was unknown to all the rest. Once when she had discovered,
as they called it, a new star, she used the expression that the
chapel at last was full.
"Oh no," Stransom replied, "there is a great thing wanting for
that! The chapel will never be full till a candle is set up before
which all the others will pale. It will be the tallest candle of
all."
Her mild wonder rested on him. "What candle do you mean?"
"I mean, dear lady, my own."
He had learned after a long time that she earned money by her pen,
writing under a pseudonym she never disclosed in magazines he never
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