Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and will gather the wheat into his garner, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.

And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine ate: and no man gave to him.

There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, and feasted splendidly every day.

For I say to you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, till the kingdom of God shall come.

And taking it down, he wrapped it in fine linen, and laid it in a sepulchre that was hewn in stone, wherein never man before was laid.