| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare: I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore, I'll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.
II.
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
That like two spirits do suggest me still;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Angler by Izaak Walton: prized in all ages; it was one of the qualifications that Xenophon
bestowed on his Cyrus, that he was a hunter of wild beasts. Hunting
trains up the younger nobility to the use of manly exercises in their
riper age. What more manly exercise than hunting the Wild Boar, the
Stag, the Buck, the Fox, or the Hare ? How doth it preserve health, and
increase strength and activity !
And for the dogs that we use, who can commend their excellency to
that height which they deserve ? How perfect is the hound at smelling,
who never leaves or forsakes his first scent, but follows it through so
many changes and varieties of other scents, even over, and in, the
water, and into the earth! What music doth a pack of dogs then make to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: his chest across his pan of gold, his face in the dirt and rock, his legs
tangled and twisted because of the restricted space at the bottom of the hole.
His legs twitched convulsively several times. His body was shaken as with a
mighty ague. There was a slow expansion of the lungs, accompanied by a deep
sigh. Then the air was slowly, very slowly, exhaled, and his body as slowly
flattened itself down into inertness.
Above, revolver in hand, a man was peering down over the edge of the hole. He
peered for a long time at the prone and motionless body beneath him. After a
while the stranger sat down on the edge of the hole so that he could see into
it, and rested the revolver on his knee. Reaching his hand into a pocket, he
drew out a wisp of brown paper. Into this he dropped a few crumbs of tobacco.
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