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and laboure workinge with oure awne hondes. We are revysed and yet we blesse. We are persecuted and suffer it.

For though ye have ten thousande instructours in Christ: yet have ye not many fathers. In Christ Iesu I have begotten you thorowe ye gospell.

As concernynge virgins I have no comaundment of the lorde: yet geve I counsell as one that hath obtayned mercye of the lorde to be faythfull.

If eny man thinke that he knoweth eny thinge he knoweth nothynge yet as he ought to knowe.

yet vnto vs is there but one god which is the father of whom are all thinges and we in him: and one lorde Iesus Christ by whom are all thinges and we by him.

But every man hath not knowledge. For some suppose that ther is an ydoll vntyll this houre and eate as of a thinge offered vnto ye ydole and so their consciences beynge yet weake are defyled.

Are not ye my worke in the lorde. Yf I be not an Apostle vnto other yet am I vnto you. For the seale of myne Apostleshippe are ye in the lorde.

For though I be fre from all men yet have I made my silfe servaunt vnto all men that I myght wynne the moo.

Perceave ye not how that they which runne in a course runne all yet but one receaveth the rewarde. So runne that ye maye obtayne.

because that we (though we be many) yet are one breed and one bodye in as moch as we all are partetakers of one breed.

Se that ye geve occasion of evell nether to ye Iewes nor yet to the gentyls nether to ye cogregacion of god:

Ther are diversities of gyftes verely yet but one sprete.

And ther are differences of administracions and yet but one lorde.

And ther are divers maners of operacions and yet but one God which worketh all thinges that are wrought in all creatures.

For as the body is one and hath many mebres and all the membres of one body though they be many yet are but one body: even so is Christ.

Now are ther many membres yet but one body.

Covet after ye best giftes. Amd yet shewe I vnto you a moare excellent waye.

Though I spake with the tonges of me and angels and yet had no love I were eve as soundinge brasse: or as a tynklynge Cymball.

And though I coulde prophesy and vnderstode all secretes and all knowledge: yee yf I had all fayth so that I coulde move moutayns oute of ther places and yet had no love I were nothynge.

And though I bestowed all my gooddes to fede ye poore and though I gave my body even that I burned and yet had no love it profeteth me nothinge.