The Idle Man Is The Devil's Cushion,

The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Nothing Doth So Fool A Man As Extreme Passion. This Doth Make Them Fools Which Otherwise Are Not, And Show Them To Be Fools Which Are So.

...covetousness, Looking More At What We Would Have Than At What We Have.

The Life Of Doctrine Is In Application.