The Prayer Of Man:Though i speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not money, i am become as a sounding brass, or a 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 money, i am nothing. And though i bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though i give my body to be burned, and have not money, it profiteth me nothing. Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not; money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, Believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things... And now abideth faith, hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money.Keep The Aspidistra Flying
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