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from St. Paul's Epistle to the Corinthians

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood
as a child, I imagined as a child. But as soon as I
was a man, I puy away childishness.

Now we see in a glass, even in a dark speaking: but then
Shall we see face to face. Now I know unperfectly:
but then shall I know even as I am known.

Now abideth faith, hope, and love, even these three: but
the cheif of these is love.

translated by William Tyndale

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