A brother came to Poemen and said to him, "What am I to do, abba? I am wretched with lust. I went to see Hybistion and he told me: 'You must not let this passion live in you any longer.'"
Poemen said to him, "Hybistion lives like the angels in heaven, and he does not know about these things. But you and I are full of lust. If a monk controls his stomach and his tongue, and stays in solitude, he can trust that he is not yet lost."
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