Then I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour wherewith I had laboured under the sun.

Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin; neither say thou before the angel, that it was an inadvertence. Wherefore should God be wroth at thy voice, and destroy the work of thy hands?

Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to stink and ferment; so a little folly is weightier than wisdom and honour.