Are not two sparowes solde for a farthyng? And none of them doth lyght on the grounde, without your father.
I say vnto the verely: thou shalt not come out thence tyl thou haue payed the vttermost farthing.
Behold the foules of the ayer: for the sowe not, neyther reape, nor yet cary into the barnes: and yet your heauenlye father fedethe them. Are ye not muche better then they?
And there came a certayne poore wydowe, and she threwe in two mites, which make a farthynge.