Then he cried, saying, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip his finger in water, and drop it on my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame. Do not ask the eyes, return to the heart. For if ye ask the eyes, they will answer you falsely. For vastly splendid, and disguised with much worldly show, are the honours which could be paid to that rich man in his death. I suppose he was overwhelmed with spices.
Nothing proves an evil death, but the time after death.
He died, and was carried by the Angels into Abraham's bosom. Opportune then was it, Brethren, that those words should be spoken to you. Our harvest will come. 2 Luke xvi. 3 Luke xvi.