self, is but a foolish master; beauty, or earthly things, family renown and such things, all are utterly inconstant, and what is changeable can give no rest of interval.  If in the end the law of entire destruction is exacted, what use is there in indolence and pride?  Covetous desire is the greatest source of sorrow, appearing as a friend in secret ’tis our enemy.  As a fierce fire excited from within a house, so is the fire of covetous desire:  the burning flame of covetous desire is fiercer far than fire which burns the world.  For fire may be put out by water in excess, but what can overpower the fire of lust?  The fire which fiercely burns the desert grass dies out, and then the grass will grow again; but when the fire of lust burns up the heart, then how hard for true religion there to dwell! for lust seeks worldly pleasures, these pleasures add to an impure karman; by this evil karman a man falls into perdition, and so there is no greater enemy to man than lust.  Lusting, man gives way to amorous indulgence, by this he is led to practise every kind of lustful longing; indulging thus, he gathers frequent sorrow.  No greater evil is there than lust.  Lust is a dire disease, and the foolish master stops the medicine of wisdom.  The study of heretical books not leading to right thought, causes the lustful heart to increase and grow, for these books are not correct on the points of impermanency, the non-existence of self, and any object ground for ‘self.’  But a true and right apprehension through the power of wisdom, is effectual to destroy that false desire, and therefore our object should be to practise this true apprehension.  Right apprehension once produced then there is deliverance from covetous desire, for a false estimate of excellency produces a covetous desire to excel, whilst a false view of demerit produces anger and regret; but the idea of excelling and also of inferiority (in the sense of demerit) both destroyed, the desire to excel and also anger (on account of inferiority) are destroyed.  Anger! how it changes the comely face, how it destroys the loveliness of beauty!  Anger dulls the brightness of the eye, chokes all desire to hear the principles of truth, cuts and divides the principle of family affection, impoverishes and weakens every worldly aim.  Therefore let anger be subdued, yield not to the angry impulse; he who can hold his wild and angry heart is well entitled ‘illustrious charioteer.’  For men call such a one ’illustrious team-breaker’ who can with bands restrain the unbroken steed; so anger not subdued, its fire unquenched, the sorrow of repentance burns like fire.  A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself first burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.  The pain of birth, old age, disease, and death, press heavily upon the world, but adding ‘passion’ to the score, what is this but to increase our foes when pressed by foes?  But