| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: And every mannes herte is esed; 1850
Al was foryete and noght recorded.
And thus thei ben togedre acorded;
The kinges were ayein received,
And pes was take and wraththe weived,
And al thurgh conseil which was good
Of him that reson understod.
Be this ensample, Sone, attempre
Thin herte and let no will distempre
Thi wit, and do nothing be myht
Which mai be do be love and riht. 1860
Confessio Amantis |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: really, on my word, told the truth. You are sure, yourself, to have
the ear of the king, while the rest of us only see him at a distance
and from time to time. I will own to you that if you do not give me
your word as a gentleman that I shall, in due course of time, obtain
the place of Master of Woods and Waters in France, the devil take me
if I will risk my neck any longer. To conquer Normandy for the king is
not an easy matter, and I demand the Order for it. But," he added,
coloring, "there's time enough to think of that. God forbid that I
should imitate these poor mercenaries and harass you. Speak to the
king for me, and that's enough."
Each of the chiefs found means to let the marquis know, in a more or
The Chouans |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: give my life for the honour of our name. Aid me then in this.'
'My neighbour Bozard means his daughter for your brother Geoffrey,
and not for you, Thomas,' he answered; 'and a man may do what he
wills with his own. Still I will help you if I can, at the least
he cannot drive me from his door. Bid them bring horses, and we
will ride to the Hall.'
Within the half of an hour we were there, and my father asked for
speech with its master. The serving man looked at me askance,
remembering his orders, still he ushered us into the justice room
where the Squire sat drinking ale.
'Good morrow to you, neighbour,' said the Squire; 'you are welcome
Montezuma's Daughter |
