whose winnowing fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing-floor, and collect the wheat into his granary; but the chaff he will burn with fire unquenchable.

Then said he to the vine-dresser, Lo! for three years have I come, expecting fruit on this fig-tree, and find none: cut it down; why doth it render the ground thus useless?

Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, making splendid entertainments every day:

for I say unto you, that I shall no more drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God come.