Chris. What good motions? pray tell us.
Ignor. Why, I think of God and heaven.
Chris. So do the devils and lost souls.
Ignor. But I think of them and desire them.
Chris. So do many that are never like to come there. "The soul of the sluggard desireth and hath nothing."
Ignor. But I think of them, and leave all for them.
Chris. That I doubt, for leaving of all is a very hard matter; yea, a harder matter than many are aware of. But why, or by what, art thou persuaded that thou hast left all for God and heaven?
Ignor. My heart tells me so.
Chris. The Wise Man says, "He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool."
Ignor. This is spoken of an evil heart; but mine is a good one.
Chris. But how dost thou prove that?
Ignor. It comforts me in the hopes of heaven.
Chris. That may be through its deceitfulness; for a man's heart may minister comfort to him in the hopes of that thing for which he has yet no ground to hope.
Ignor. But my heart and life agree together; and therefore my hope is well grounded.
Chris. Who told thee that thy heart and life agree together?
Ignor. My heart tells me so.
Chris. Ask my fellow if I be a thief! Thy
