| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: official nobility, than, as in most continental countries, a
separate caste; and whatever caste tendencies had developed
themselves before the Wars of the Roses (as such are certain to do
during centuries of continued wealth and power), were crushed out by
the great revolutionary events of the next hundred years.
Especially did the discovery of the New World, the maritime struggle
with Spain, the outburst of commerce and colonisation during the
reigns of Elizabeth and James, help toward this good result. It was
in vain for the Lord Oxford of the day, sneering at Raleigh's sudden
elevation, to complain that as on the virginals, so in the State,
"Jacks went up, and heads went down." The proudest noblemen were
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: the beauty of the outward form. So that if a virtuous soul have but a
little comeliness, he will be content to love and tend him, and will search
out and bring to the birth thoughts which may improve the young, until he
is compelled to contemplate and see the beauty of institutions and laws,
and to understand that the beauty of them all is of one family, and that
personal beauty is a trifle; and after laws and institutions he will go on
to the sciences, that he may see their beauty, being not like a servant in
love with the beauty of one youth or man or institution, himself a slave
mean and narrow-minded, but drawing towards and contemplating the vast sea
of beauty, he will create many fair and noble thoughts and notions in
boundless love of wisdom; until on that shore he grows and waxes strong,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: I said her face would never last,
Corinna with that youthful air,
Is thirty, and a bit to spare.
Her fondness for a certain earl
Began, when I was but a girl.
Phyllis, who but a month ago
Was married to the Tunbridge beau,
I saw coquetting t'other night
In public with that odious knight.
They rallied next Vanessa's dress;
That gown was made for old Queen Bess.
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