pipe, after this manner for a taste;

[Sidenote: Psalme Love.]

_How doe I love thy Law (O Lord) more then the hony or the hony-combe,
more then thousands of silver and gold!_

[Sidenote: Hatred.]

_Thine enemies I hate with a perfect hatred._

[Sidenote: Joy.]

_Thy testimonies are my delight: I rejoyce more in them, then they that
finde great spoyles, more then in my appoynted food._

[Sidenote: Grief.]

_Mine eyes gush out rivers of teares. Oh that my head were a fountain of
teares, because they destroy thy Law._

[Sidenote: Hope.]

_Mine eyes are dimme with wayting: how doe I long for thy salvation?_

[Sidenote: Feare.]

_Thy judgements are terrible, I tremble and quake, etc._

Look what pitch of affection the naturall man bestowes upon his dearest