XL.
Parable of Lazarus.
There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day:
2 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
3 And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
4 And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom; the rich man also died, and was buried;
5 And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
6 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
7 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and like-
