Yet in just the same way these dreamers also pollute the body, while they set authority at naught and speak evil of dignities.

These men--sunken rocks! --are those who share the pleasure of your love-feasts, unrestrained by fear while caring only for themselves; clouds without water, driven away by the winds; trees that cast their fruit, barren, doubly dead, uprooted;

These men are murmurers, ever bemoaning their lot. Their lives are guided by their evil passions, and their mouths are full of big, boastful words, while they treat individual men with admiring reverence for the sake of the advantage they can gain.

others you must try to save, as brands plucked from the flames; and on others look with pity mingled with fear, while you hate every trace of their sin.