Mace(i)
19 There was a rich man, who used to dress in purple and fine linnen, and pass his days in pomp and luxury.
20 a certain beggar named Lazarus, was lying at his gate, and tho' cover'd with ulcers, the very dogs came and fawned upon him.
21 but he wanted to be fed with the crumbs, that fell from the rich man's table.
22 at length the beggar died: and was conveyed by the angels to Abraham's bower. the rich man died too, and was buried.
23 and being in the infernal regions of torments, he lift up his eyes, and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bower.
24 and he cry'd out, saying, father Abraham, take pity on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water to cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
25 but Abraham said, son, remember you had your enjoyments, when you were alive, and Lazarus his misfortunes: but now he has his consolation, and you your torments.