| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: I will always love, and serve, and watch, and defend you: but neither
will I forsake my plighted love, and my own liege lord, who was your
choice before he was mine, for you made him my associate in infancy;
and that he continued to be mine when he ceased to be yours, does not
in any way show remissness in my duties or falling off in my affections.
And though I here plight my troth at the altar to Robin, in the presence
of this holy priest and pious clerk, yet.... Father, when Richard
returns from Palestine, he will restore you to your barony, and perhaps,
for your sake, your daughter's husband to the earldom of Huntingdon:
should that never be, should it be the will of fate that we must live
and die in the greenwood, I will live and die MAID MARIAN."[4]
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucolics by Virgil: Apollo reigns. And in thy consulate,
This glorious age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remain
Of our old wickedness, once done away,
Shall free the earth from never-ceasing fear.
He shall receive the life of gods, and see
Heroes with gods commingling, and himself
Be seen of them, and with his father's worth
Reign o'er a world at peace. For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: I'll try to improve it, but I shan't be able to - O go to the
devil.
Seriously, you're a cool hand. And then you have the brass to ask
me WHY 'my steps went one by one'? Why? Powers of man! to rhyme
with sun, to be sure. Why else could it be? And you yourself have
been a poet! G-r-r-r-r-r! I'll never be a poet any more. Men are
so d-d ungrateful and captious, I declare I could weep.
O Henley, in my hours of ease
You may say anything you please,
But when I join the Muse's revel,
Begad, I wish you at the devil!
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