and with the fan in his hand he will thoroughly cleanse his floor, and will lay up the wheat in his grainery: but the chaff he will burn with inextinguishable fire.

While he was speaking, somebody came from the ruler of the synagogue's house, who said to him, your daughter is dead; 'tis in vain to importune the master any farther.

then he said to the vine-dresser, you see, I have been looking these three years for fruit from this fig-tree, but find none: hew it down, why should it cumber my ground?

There was a rich man, who used to dress in purple and fine linnen, and pass his days in pomp and luxury.

Some having said of the temple, that the stone-work was fine, and the furniture magnificent:

for I tell you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine to the time when the kingdom of God shall come.