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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A31368	Self-conflict, or, The powerful motions between the flesh & spirit represented in the person and upon the occasion of Joseph when by Potiphar's wife he was enticed to adultery : a divine poem / written originally in low-Dutch by Jacob Catts ... ; and from thence translated.; Self-stryt. English	Cats, Jacob, 1577-1660.; Quarles, John, 1624-1665.; Quarles, John, 1624-1665. Triumphant chastity.	1680 (1680)	Wing C1524; ESTC R17547	60,812	132

their faults disclose You golden pleasures offer unto me But of a wounded mind can silent be Of momentany joys you glibly tell But leave untouch'd the future woes of Hell Though therefore thus you Chambering dalliance praise Within my breast yet this no lust can raise For sweet though these delights are to your mind Yet I therein much bitterness do find On which when I reflect from trembling then No stay I have as with an iron pen I find it in my fear-possessed mind Deeply engraven He who is inclin'd To acts adulterous with his neighbours wife Sports with his body Soul and future life Behold the evil Conscience that great Book Wherein vile deeds as black as Hell do look That memorable record where is writ All ill men do all goodness they omit If such mine be a tempest in my mind An ever-barking dog I there shall find Nor shall my fears my sorrows my affrightings My late-wish'd had I wists remorseful bitings From thence proceeding ever have an end But with those plagues for evermore contend Guilt makes us shake when ruffling leaves we hear When a light breath but moves the grass we fear Before the naked walls our looks grow pale Nor whilst the cause abides can help avail The Husbands fear both needs must overtake Who vengeance claims for his robb'd honours sake He will no bribe accept no gold will blind Or lay the rage of his incensed mind Pale jealousie with ever-waking eyes Will seek when once alarmed to surprize Both in the filthy act which when it shall One sate they both shall have and sink one fall Now think if Potiphar should once obtain Light of our practices my God! what pain What whips or wracks or cruel deaths should be Cruel enough for such a wretch as me No more then words but deeds would speak his mind Me on the slaughtering bank to s●ay he 'd bind And there begin where in a fatal time Began my so injurious mortal crime He 'd spit my Carcase then that roasted he Would throw to dogs for them to feed on me Nay whatsoever plagues might be devis'd Together should on me be exercis'd Nor yet should this at all his rage attone But unto more revenge he 'd seek each bone And them now bare together fitly knit As like a chair where you forlorn shall sit A chair so fram'd where days with panting breath You in the Ribs shall dwell as chain'd in death And where of life though I am dispossest Your guilty Limbs yet in my lap shall rest Shall rest said I O no! What thing can give Repose to you who but to grief shall live Shall live nor can that be what life is there Where death is found or ever-dying fear This tender skin which doth my face impale Shall then for yours become a Harlots veil Nay startle not for this is but the way Whereby your lips you to your Loves may lay This skul shall be your Cup whence you shall drink Which shall assist you on your joys to think These locks by you so comely deem'd to me Shall your bald Crown invest and border be My skin all day shall hang to intercept Your Limbs where you shall prisoner be kept And on the roof men so the same shall hasp As if it would you in its arms inclasp But when the pensive night her wings shall spread And drowziness in eyes of mortals shed When nothing's heard but now and then the howl Of some vile Cur or whooping of the Owl And when the horned Moon by her pale light The more shall raise the horrour of the night Then this same skin your limbs shall over-spread As burying you alive among the dead And why all this is done when you inquire Remember but the things you now desire No farther searching you shall need to make But for sufficient answer that may take O my good God! but what should I then do Heaped with plagues more dismal far then you Within whose mind a sorer load should dwell ●y how much more my guilt should yours excel ●magine I were taken in the fact ●nd forthwith so to deaths dominions packt ●urried away by a superiour hand ●hink how my case then in Gods sight should stand 〈◊〉 as the lofty Tree doth fall it lyes ●nd so doth earth-born man when once he dyes ●o as his dying flesh he puts off here ●o he before Gods judgment must appear ●nd as he doth unto his grave go down ●o he shall rise to shame or high renown The day doth come when all the world shall lye ●rying in flames and Time it self shall dye When seas with skies and skies with seas shall joyn ●nd stars with stars confounded loose their shine When the whole hinge of these inferiour things ●hall all be broke and run into their springs When the dread T●ump shall thunder through the deep ●nd wake dead Mortals from their longest sleep And when the dreadful Judge in middle air ●hall summon Souls before him to appear O how wilt thou approach vile flesh that eye Of God who like the swine didst live and dye When he shall on his great Tribunal sit And judge the Trespasses thou didst commit 〈◊〉 thy past days of flesh when thy own breast Shall testifie against thee and infest ●hy soul with horrid fear whilst thou dost stand ● foul Contemner of Gods great Command When all thy works shall be disclos'd to thee ●ow vast how manifold how black they be ●●d when thou shalt behold that all is known ●hatever thou hast evil thought and done Wilt thou be then as now so bold no fear Will make thy courage quickly disappear Cold sweat joynts knocking and stiff bristling hair Do plainly shew no courage to be there Fear is the palsie of the mind and soul A Tempest which no cunning can controul No bribes or blandishments or Charms its rage By guilt ingender'd ever can asswage But after Tryal then the Sentence flies Like thunder at which voice the sinner dyes Not mortally so horrible the tone Depart thou cursed whereupon a groan Far dolefuller than those in pangs of death Are fetcht by guilty hearts as in a breath When we depart from life to death we come And God once gone then Devils take his room Shut out from Heaven we must go to Hell There with our sins and their effects to dwell Ay me who can describe that place of woe But those that feel it by their feeling do They surely erre who dream there Hydra stands Or Scylla Briareus with his hundred hands Or flam'd Chimera's Harpies full of rape Or snaky Gorgons Gerions triple shape Or those three Furies daughters to old Night Implacable and hating all delight Who whilst before the flaming gates they sit With wrathful Combs their snaky curls unknit Or Dis with his fierce Daemons or the Host Of fleshly Ghosts in sensual flames that rost Or other fictions more but I am sure There sorrows dwell which evermore endure And an immortal God shall then