Love

1Though I speake with the tongues of men and of Angels, and haue not loue, I am as soundyng brasse, or as a tincklyng Cimball: 2And though I coulde prophesie, and vnderstoode all secretes, and all knowledge: Yea, if I had all fayth, so that I coulde moue mountaynes out of their places, and haue not loue, I were nothyng. 3And though I bestowe all my goodes to feede the poore, and though I geue my body that I burned, and haue not loue, it profiteth me nothyng.

4Loue suffreth long, and is curteous: Loue enuieth not, loue doth not frowardely, swelleth not, 5Dealeth not dishonestlie, seeketh not her owne, is not prouoked to anger, thynketh none euyll, 6Reioyceth not in iniquitie: bur reioyceth in the trueth: 7Suffreth all thynges, beleueth all thynges, hopeth all thynges, endureth all thynges.

8Though ye prophesiynges fayle, other tongues ceasse, or knowledge vanishe away, yet loue falleth neuer away. 9For our knowledge is vnperfect, and our prophesiyng is vnperfect: 10But when that which is perfect, is come, then that which is vnperfect shalbe done away. 11When I was a chylde, I spake as a childe, I vnderstode as a childe, I imagined as a chylde: But assoone as I was a man, I put away chyldishnesse. 12Nowe we see in a glasse, euen in a darke speakyng: but then shall we see face to face. Nowe I knowe vnperfectly: but then shall I knowe euen as I am knowen. 13Nowe abydeth fayth, hope, and loue, these three, but the chiefe of these is loue.