The Logick of the Heart.
Be ready always to give an Answer to every man that asketh you a Reason of the Hope that is in you.
I Pet. 3. 15.
My Logick is the faculty of Faith,
Where all things are resolv'd into he saith;
And Ergoes drawn from trust and confidence
Twist and tie Truths with stronger consequence
Then either sense or reason: for the heart
And not the head is fountain of this Art.
And what the heart objects none can resolve,
But God himself, till death thy frame dissolve.
Nay Faith can after death dispute with dust,
And argue ashes into stronger trust.
And better hopes then Brass and Marble can
Be emblemes, of unto the outward man.
All my invention is to find what terms
My Lord and I stand in: how he confirms
His promises to me, how I inherit
What he hath purchased for me by his merit.
My judgment is submission to his will.
And when he once hath spoken to be still.
My Method's to be ordered by him
What he disposeth, that I think most trim.
Loves Arguments, are all I will, thou must,
What he says and commands are true and just.
When to dispute and argue's out of Season,
Then to believe and to obey is Reason.
