and fain to eat up the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table. (The very dogs used to come and lick his ulcers.)
"No, sir," she said, "but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master's table."
through labour and hardship, through many a sleepless night, through hunger and thirst, starving many a time, cold and ill-clad, and all the rest of it.
To this very hour we hunger and thirst, we are ill-clad and knocked about, we are waifs,
And when they were satisfied, he said to the disciples, "Gather up the pieces left over, so that nothing may be wasted."
She answered him, "No, sir, but under the table the dogs do pick up the children's crumbs."
Outside his door lay a poor man called Lazarus; he was a mass of ulcers,
Now it happened that the poor man died, and he was carried by the angels to Abraham's bosom. The rich man died too, and was buried.