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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

death will ease When rage has done its worst and us release Nor may the worst of tortures be compar'd Unto the future joys for us prepar'd Yea let your bloody Instruments with strict And cruel plagues my tender flesh afflict Beyond its strength this shall be my relief My breast shall chear me in the midst of grief Though on soft fires I should be laid to burn Or with red Tongs should be asunder torn Or dropt with scalding pitch whilst I am frying Or broken on the painful wheel or dying Through extream tortures long endur'd yet I To God with comfort would advance mine eye He will I know the force of these asswage Or strengthen me in their extreamest rage That whilst my hangmen in their malice toyl I in their looks in spight of them shall smile If then 't is ask'd why suffers thus this youth While I can speak I 'll answer Of a truth Because he rather chose this dismal end Than in foul pleasures all his days to spend But when my honest deed shall come to light Nor can truth long lye hid in envious night Then so much earth I would but onely crave Where rest at last my mangled bones might have Next that this Epitaph might likewise be On that black Marble rent which shadows me Hereunder lyes a slave in dismal grief who fell Because he lov'd his Mistriss and his Lord too well A little beast there is of snow-white skin Which placed down upon the ground within A ring of muck from whence it cannot flee Unless its Fur shall all-defiled be There shall it stand nay death much rather chuse Than the lest filth its pureness should abuse O if my Marble likewise this exprest In life-like action 't were my third request Thus then at least I shall this rest obtain Where such as you no more shall grieve again My persecuted Soul and this same thing Among my bones shall make my spirit sing Adieu vain world alas how vain to me That wouldst not yield me one days rest from woe My days though but span-long yet in them be A world of griefs which me did over-flow Now they are done and with them done my fears Of restless evils with my restless tears When in the world I liv'd with wordly men Their wicked Souls deep stain'd in sinful spot Would either stain me too or grieve me then Nor might I ' scape their scourge if so their blot But now I 'm there where wicked numbers cease From troubling more and where I rest in peace Because affliction sat upon my brow And was my mate how men did chase my life Nor Goal nor Prison could suffice for how Men most might plague me was their manly strife But now their rage is done no more I hear The fierce Oppressors voice far off or near How have I groan'd beneath the toylsome yoak Of sin and woes which sinful deeds infold How have I wept my sins which God provoke So wearyed out till all my days were told Now my tir'd bones this grave which doth receive From all these toyls gives me a safe reprieve And while I thus rejoyce here yet will be Those that will bless my happy memory In Sacred Hymns composed for this sake When in their hearts chast melody they make Thus I shall ever live though dead when you In infamy shall live for ever too Whose memory will but exalt my name And infamy encrease my greater fame From which of your perswasions then should I Fear all your deaths since I can never dye No since my death will be a gain to me And by your rage from trouble set me free Well I 'm resolv'd death then I 'll rather chuse Than my chast body with vile lust abuse Think not I shall relent I 'm fix'd herein As much as you are to commit the sin Alas you 're still deceiv'd not pleasures past Shall the tormented then with ease repast If the effects of sin 't is guiltlesness Shall comfort such in their extream distress 'T is known they who are plagu'd for sin do dwell That while as in the dismal woes of Hell On God 't is I depend he 'll make me tast Of his sweet life in death Methinks I hast Towards him with all joy though through the fire You threaten with insatiate desire O therefore think not I for fear of you Shall God offend and lust with you pursue SEPHYRA NOw must I say though sorry for thy sake Thou than to bend dost rather choose to break As clear as day I find it now most true What fancy will in sturdy humours do But what 's this Spirit thus that all things weighs That against every pleasure so inveighs Surely a sickness in the crazy mind When that to melancholy is inclin'd The lunatick of Castles in the air So dream and labour with ludibrious care Something they know not what to bring to pass So thou but dream'st of things that never was 'T is fumes of brain which in a foggy state Of weather cloud it and do dissipate When east-winds purge the air and skyes do smile This to regard I think not worth the while Shall I add more JOSEPH N No 't is enough forbear Nor may you say nor may I longer hear Such Blasphemies O thou long-suffering grace That such reproaches suffer'st to thy face You speak but by him yet that tongue employ To utter words that would himself destroy This Spirit is no dizziness of brain But what in flesh and blood no faith can gain I do not marvail you cannot conceive What in your thoughts you never did receive The Spiders cob-web can infold no winds Nor can the Spirit rest in carnal minds Night-Owls and twilight-Bats abhor the light And Sol's bright rays but chear the blest with sight The Spirit in our Souls from God above Is given as an earnest of his love This is our comforter our guide our light Our Sanctuary in this gloomy night Of grief of errour darkness and distress By this our wants in prayers we express Without it we 're unsafe nor can we say What 't is we want much less for blessings pray Hereby our heart 's celestially sublime And rais'd become above the Moon to climb Above the stars even to the sacred breast Of God the Summum bonum of our rest His hereby we are known this is his Seal Which us his own and him doth ours reveal It clears the clouds of ignorance away Us to our selves doth needfully display Begets all graces in us kindles love Within our breasts which towards God doth move Destroyeth then all wordly love from thence And shields us from its hurtful influence The flowing honey-combs delicious tast Is not comparable to the repast This gives the Soul in which its beams when shot It changes earthly pleasures into nought SEPHYRA NO way I see there 's for me to prevail This Spirit or I mu●● with might assail For all what I produce and o● thee gain This wind repels and renders

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

Though against me your utmost you engage Yet I 'll oppose but with a juster rage Blest he who in this quarrel doth persist With sin its cursed dictates to resist Happy that mind which evermore doth fight With its own lusts and contradicts their might There is a blest contest a holy war An upright enmity a gainful jar Again there is a peace a rest a joy Which doth our Souls of all its peace destroy 'T is not our loss that lusts a war maintain Within our Souls and put our flesh to pain Our sins to see doth not proceed from sin To feel sins evil doth from good begin Though this seems strange and wounds you to the Soul Yet it is true our lusts we must controul That evil which our certain death will prove We by its death should surely first remove Our most beloved lusts our dearest pleasures Our carnal comforts all our earthly Treasures We in our hearts must not endure to dwell Or else their fierce allurements there repel The most occult recesses of our mind That whereunto our nature is inclin'd Our frame our constitution we in chains Must bind as Rebels and afflict with pains For by the Fall so hapless man declin'd That all was spoylt within his heedless mind And since so totally did sin deprave His Off-spring that 't is onely sin they crave Would it were with me as I 'd wish to be Both from this world and from my self I 'd flee Such treacherous Companions do I find Remaining in my bones and in my mind Why hug we thus this world and worldly things Which no content but sour vexation brings How is it that our Heaven-born Souls so prone Are unto Earth and not to God alone They that for Heaven intend of Heaven must speak Heaven-wards must look and through Heavens gates must break And they by constant labour must outdo The restless malice of the Tempter too But why thus heap I words where words are vain Briefly Heavens road not easie is or plain A thorny way and through a thorny gate It is that leads unto that blissful state Our hearts I know are full of crook'd desires In our best duties much of sin suspires Yet comfort we unspeakable may find That are his Children for our troubled mind 'T is beyond doubt the blessed Prince of peace Shall come and make our expectations cease His day I saw already in my mind And press'd his lips with salutation kind Long since I have beheld as from afar A strange far-blazing glory a bright star Boding great light prepar'd for Zeb'luns day To visit those who in deep darkness lay Behold the wonder which on earth is done A Maid conceives and doth bring forth a Son A Child a wondrous Child Heav'n us doth grant Emanuel call'd Prince o' th' new-Covenant He was a man of grief by 's own neglected Despis'd abus'd defamed mockt rejected Patiently he upon his own self brought Our shame for sins which we had onely wrought His Soul God fill'd with plagues his Limbs were rent With wounds he by himself our punishment Sustain'd and we are by his stripes his pain To God aton'd and wholly heal'd again In unknown paths we wander'd from our way As scatter'd sheep without their shepherd stray But by the blessing of his Spirits guide Thenceforth a better way he doth provide As like a Lamb he 's to the slaughter brought There as dumb sheep when by the shearers caught He opens not his mouth himself prepares For greatest plagues and all with patience bears For our cause he to our Tribunal went There sentence took and thence to death was sent Whom when they first with bitter scoffs revil'd They from the living to the dead e●il'd But when his blood he shall for offering give His seed shall rise and through him ever live For by his sufferings as our debt he paid So shall the Fathers wrath then quite be laid Well cheer up then my Soul no● now give way To thy corruptions or their laws obey Though thou by nature wast in lust conceiv'd Yet from this Fall thou art by grace up heav'd God gives his Spirit which with might assails Our lusts and with sure victory prevails Which sanctifies the feeble Soul withal That else would down to each temptation fall SEPHYRA NOw I shall loose my wits Preposterous fool Am I no neerer all this while my goal Still so unmov'd no Songs but of constraint Come 't is enough this is the old complaint Base is that mind that quiet peace disturbs To freedome that prefers enslaving curbs Withhold thou cry'st afflict deny restrain Force over-rule suppress torment with pain Banish nay kill out-right Great Nile what 's here Unheard of Prodigies by humane ear Ah slave how well the ornament of chains Befits thee who delight'st in slavish pains But thou'dst enslave us too through sly advise Fool didst thou then believe us so unwise My blood now rises into scornful spite To see thee in such follies take delight At once thou subject of all scorn and hate Methinks I in thy looks now read thy fate Fantastick sop that tak'st delight in woe Besotted friend of Tears soft pleasures foe Rebellious-minded soul at rest in jars In peace as restless friend to cruel wars Thou perfect Bugbear to refining love Who ominous against thy self dost prove Mankinds misfortune in a hapless time Who sure wast born and in a fatal clime Thou neither must nor wilt resolv'd thou ar● But unto what thy riddle pray impart Forsooth a strange conceit within thy mind There is of lagging miseries behind Didst ever feel them fool who told thee so O grave Tradition whether true or no. But thou shalt feel them now thy self then tell If greater this or thy conceited Hell I 'll now conclude nor think that I 'll regard Compassion more let death be thy reward Or happy life as thou shalt yield or chuse Yield to my passions or that love refuse Fool thou' rt too frail thy passions to defie To a fierce conflict or thy flesh deny Who with too rigid force his youth constrains Provokes his mind to break with-holding reyns Jos Since now you have been pleas'd with snaky guile As for the flesh to argue stiff some while I pray permit me then accordingly That for the Spirit I may make reply Seph No Joseph time will thus be spent in vain What I have said I now repeat again To my request if thou no ear wilt give Thou shalt repent that thou on earth didst live Observe it well Yet how can I believe That Joseph should himself of Bliss bereave Sure if I 'm right more wit doth in him dwell And he 'll be wise when he considers well Thus by these things thou mayst behold my heart How thou most truly there beloved art Accept my caution Joseph have a care Embrace thy fortune and of woe beware That which by th'chiefest Nobles of the Land Hath been pursu'd now thou hast in thy hand What erewhiles Potiphar