Here's a version of the famous chapter on 'Love' I found in the back of a huge falling apart ancient KJV. It's really worth a chew if you can stomach ye olde English :)
1 Corinthians XIII
Though perfect eloquence adorn'dmy sweet persuading tongue,
Though I could speak in higher strains
than ever angel sung;
Though prophecy my soul inspir'd
and made all myst'ries plain:
Yet were I void of Christian love,
these gifts were all in vain.
Nay, though my faith with boundless pow'r
ev'n mountains could remove,
I still am nothing if I'm void
of charity and love.
Although with lib'ral hand I gave
my goods the poor to feed,
Nay, gave my body to the flames,
still fruitless were the deed.
Love suffers long; love envies not;
but love is ever kind;
She never boasteth of herself,
nor proudly lifts the mind.
Love harbours no suspicious thought,
is patient to the bad;
Griev'd when she hears of sins and crimes,
and in the truth is glad.
Love no unseemly carriage shows,
nor selfishly confin'd;
She glows with social tenderness,
and feels for all mankind.
Love beareth much, much she believes,
and still she hopes the best;
Love meekly suffers many a wrong,
though sore with hardship press'd.
Love still shall hold an endless reign
in earth and heav'n above,
When tongues shall cease, and prophets fail
and every gift but love.
Here all our gifts imperfect are;
but better days draw nigh,
When perfect light shall pour its rays,
and all those shadows fly.
Like children here we speak and think,
amus'd with childish toys;
But when our pow'rs their manhood reach,
we'll scorn our present joys.
Now dark and dim as through a glass,
are God and truth beheld;
Then shall we see as face to face,
and God shall be unvail'd.
Faith, Hope, and Love, now dwell on earth
and earth by them is blest;
But Faith and Hope must yield to Love,
of all the graces best.
Hope shall to full fruition rise,
and Faith be sight above;
They are the means, but this is the end;
for saints forever love.
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