I tell you, you will not get out, till you have paid to the last farthing.
and there came a certain poor widow, who threw in two mites, to the value of a farthing.
so that his lord in great displeasure delivered him to the jayler till he should pay the whole debt.
then will he say to those on the left, depart from me ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.
and these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
besides this, there is an unalterable chasm between us and you, so that the passage from one place to the other is impracticable to those who should attempt it.