From Spurgeon

About us are a thousand ‘entangling’ things.

This world is very much like the pools we have heard of in India, in which grows a long grass of so clinging a character that, if a man once falls into the water, it is almost certain to be his death, for only with the utmost difficulty could he be rescued from the meshes of the deadly, weedy net, which immediately wraps itself around him.

This world is even thus entangling.

All the efforts of grace are needed to preserve men from being ensnared with the deceitfulness of riches and the cares of this life.