Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and not one of them shall fall on the ground without your Father.
Verily, I say to thee, thou shalt by no means come out thence, till thou hast paid the uttermost farthing.
Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.