penktadienis, gruodžio 14, 2012

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Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels - and have not love, I am become as sounding brass or tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, - and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, -  and have not Love I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, ant though I give my body to be burned - and have nor Love, it profith me nothing. Love suffereth long, and is kind; Love envieth not; Love vounteth not itself, is not puffed up, doeth not behave itself unseemly. Seeketh not her own. Is not easily provoked. Thinketh no evil. Rejoiceth not in inequity, but rejoiceth in the truth. Barth all things. Believeth all things. Hopeth all things. Endureth all things."