Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and yet had no love I were even as the sounding brass or as a tinkling cymbal.
By thy language cabalistic, By thy cymbal, drum, and his stick.
An overspeaking Judge is a no well-timed cymbal. It is no grace to a Judge first to find that which he might have heard in due time from the Bar, or to show quickness of conceit in cutting off evidence or counsel too short, or to prevent (anticipate) information by questions, though pertinent.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
Note: Character is a vampire who says this to Buffy while fighting with her, when she appears to be threatening him with a cymbal stand. She then throws it through a window, and while Luke is distracted temporarily by the blinding glare of a streetlamp that shines through the broken window, Buffy stakes him in the back, killing him.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.