| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combustion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofull time.
The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some say, the Earth was Feuorous,
And did shake
Macb. 'Twas a rough Night
Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Enter Macduff.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin: habit.Another thing demonstrated will be the propriety of everyman's
waiting for his time for appearing upon the stage of the world.
Our sensations being very much fixed to the moment, we are apt to
forget that more moments are to follow the first, and consequently
that man should arrange his conduct so as to suit the whole of a life.
Your attribution appears to have been applied to your life, and the
passing moments of it have been enlivened with content and enjoyment
instead of being tormented with foolish impatience or regrets.
Such a conduct is easy for those who make virtue and themselves
in countenance by examples of other truly great men, of whom
patience is so often the characteristic. Your Quaker correspondent,
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: "It seems to me, Barry, that your horse does not look so well as he did
when you first had him; has he been well?"
"Yes, I believe so," said my master; "but he is not nearly so lively
as he was; my groom tells me that horses are always dull and weak
in the autumn, and that I must expect it."
"Autumn, fiddlesticks!" said the farmer. "Why, this is only August;
and with your light work and good food he ought not to go down like this,
even if it was autumn. How do you feed him?"
My master told him. The other shook his head slowly,
and began to feel me over.
"I can't say who eats your corn, my dear fellow, but I am much mistaken
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