By the vertue wherof a _Zealot_ may runne
through all his affections, and with _David_, breath zeale out of every
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
darling, what unsatiable thirst the covetous worldling upon his Mammon,
the ambitious upon his honour, the voluptuous upon his pleasure; the
same the Christian striveth in equall, yea, (if possible) farre
exceeding tearmes to convert and conferre upon God and his worship.
In briefe, to open a little crevise of further light, and to give a
little glimpse of heat: Zeale is to the soule, that which the spirits
are to the bodie; wine to the spirits, putting vigour and agility into
them. Whence comes that elegant Antithesis in the Scripture. _Bee not
drunke with wine wherein is excesse, but be filled with the Spirit.
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