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Rhadamanthys, god of compassion.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not compassion, I am become as 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 compassion, I am nothing.



Compassion suffereth long, and is kind; compassion envieth not; compassion vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself 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.


Compassion never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when

that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.


When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.


For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, compassion, these three; but the greatest of these is compassion.


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