When thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives: She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives: Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

But if any widow have children or nephews, let them learn first to shew piety at home, and to requite their parents: for that is good and acceptable before God.

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaulteth not itself, is not puffed up.

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 charity, I am nothing.

And now abideth faith, hope and charity, these three, but the greatest of these is charity. [Corinthians].