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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

and these joys reject But why should we that have not reach'd our Noon Think on the period of our days so soon Disturb by thoughts of other worlds our rest And flee those joys of which we are possest Age blith like Youth like hoary age Youth grave Things more discording not on earth we have Dalliance becomes best Youth as hand in hand With joy Youth couples knits in am'rous band Both their designs is Mirth and soft delight As doth their Names their humour 's so unite And both one soul so they agree possess What the one covets t'other craves no less Hymen in stricter union never joyn'd Two pleasant pairs of more agreeing mind Youth in his bloom and now when South inspires Life in the Spring and gathers into quires The scatter'd Nightingales and decks the Hills With cheerful green and Banks of gliding Rills When Gardens re-assume their Summers pride Where Art and Nature both in triumph ride Whose various Flowers deceive the rasher eye In taking them for curious Tapistry Then three chief pleasures he to him assumes With which the hasty minutes he consumes Jocundity the first compos'd of air That knows no sadness nor doth laughter spare Who not on Earth but as on Air doth tread Each step he makes with e●e● tossing head Next Play whose fingers strike the warbling string Which moves the Soul and into tune doth bring Whose musick regulates dividing feet That move in dance and makes both fitly meet And lastly Chace to fallow-Deer inclin'd But which in Cities not in Woods we find Hotly pursuing till within his toyls He has obtain'd some of those beautious spoyls Then sweet-lip'd Joy attractively array'd With soft Habiliments whereon pourtray'd Are Loves inventions though her brighter air Plunge hearts far deeper into am'rous care The Onyx and the Jaspers various die And Diamonds darken at her brighter eye The Saphyr's blew by her more azure veins Seem to confess they serve but there for stains And blushing Rubies seem to loose their die When her more Ruby lips are moving by The curious Apples of her swelling breasts In which a Paradise of pleasure rests Surpass the whitest Syndon which she wears And gazing eyes to ravishment ensnares Thus clad and qualified likewise she For her diversion has made choice of three Song first with quavering throat who in soft lays Of moving Verse Loves mysteries displays Or of Salmacis streams a Song indites Which turns her listners to Hermaphrodites Loose Riot next to revelling inclin'd So to supply the concaves of her mind Which must by merry ●outs a vent obtain Of that light Spirit active in her brain And lastly Snap the belly-friend whose taste In well-fed flesh than fruit finds more repast Whose blood like Kids upon a mo●y plain Doth skip and dance Leval●●'s in each vein Lo what a jolly company is here Methinks my youthful Soul with new-born chee● At their remembrance over-spread I feel Which in each faculty doth gently steal We both yet young now flourish in our prime You twenty seven scarce reckon of your time I not so much if now it may not be A time to love that time we ne're shall see Ah why should youth his sweet desires controul And with too pensive thoughts torment his Soul Just when the fragrant bloom of Youth would sprout But 't is in vain for youthful lust will out It will have all its due let th' aged grieve Who now of love have took eternal leave Let them with sighs converse and groan to know High things who with a third leg added go As to like years we to like mood incline Of Sex both fit in acts of love to joyn So kindly Nature hath our tempers wrought That whilst we 're two we 're made thus one in thought Well then cheer up dull Soul no● longer now To spend thy days in grief thy self allow O do but see how all these joys do move To serve thee in the practices of love When aged furrows once thy face shall plough No more then these delights will Love allow Of things uncomely we the chiefest find When age like youth to dalliance is inclin'd Come then to Nature Mother of each thing Let 's for an Offring our youths verdure bring Her Priests we are her Temple my rooms name My bed her Altar and her fire ou● flame Our days worst part is when declining age Suddenly takes us with a deaths presage Pluck therefore flowers my youth e're spring be past Let 's love that most which doth but shortly last Dost thou yet muse Or is it timerous fear Withholds thy hand Behold thy blooming year With speedy feet to falling Autumn hies And he who gets this fall no more doth rise JOSEPH NOr reason nor Religion 't is that I Should wast my youth in carnal luxury Too soon you judge it that with prudent care I for my hasting end should now prepare But is there any one or can you tell When death shall ring us our departing knell None can the measure of his days divine Or when his Sun shall in its grave decline Even now we by that Pursevant may be Hurried from hence to that Eternity Where no repentance is allowed more To us nor mercy which we scorn'd before And yet you think the shortness of our days To so much more industry in the ways Of lust should us elicite O much beguil'd Nor unto poorest reason reconcil'd Should he who shortly must account produce Of his led life be therefore more profuse Of his most precious minutes and excite His youthful vigor to obscene delight 'T is as unreasonable as t is sure By many sins we many plagues procure O think how oft we crimson cheeks do view Suddenly change into deaths bloodless hue How oft vermilion-lips have been surpriz'd With hue more pale than box and sacrific'd By deaths inevitable stroak to dwell With Spirits just or evermore in Hell Nay though as young as you yet have we seen ●risk morning looks at evening who have been Wrapt in a winding-sheet and oft at night Eyes shut to sleep that more ne're view'd this light We daily see nor is it more a wonder ●ans Sun at noon declining going under And that which we on others acted see ●orewarns may happen either you or me Gay youths as smoak that quickly fades away We as our last should therefore think each day And strive as that perswasion did require By setling things before it should expire To God the fattest of the fold we yield And so the first-fruits of the tilled field How should we dare then with our own refuse Of feeble age his Majesty abuse 〈◊〉 to the flesh our youth we give and bring To God a crazy stump for offering ●embers repleat by age with pains and akes Whose palsie joynts for deaths approaches shakes What will he say or how can we conceive 〈◊〉 our performances should then receive More wisely therefore let 's our time redeem Whilst youth remains which God doth most esteem The

lay on Plagues which both cannot and yet must be born He 'll plague then like a God whilst wretched we Must bear them though we cann't eternally O thou Eternity what great amaze Does thy reflection in my inwards raise Thy endless thought creates another Hell In midst of it if not its woes excel But these things in your thoughts are fond you sh●w And I in your conce●t for simple go Well though I do yet the divine Beliefs Of God in simple uprightness consists Then as a dreamer you ' gainst me exclaim Although than this I have no greater name Nay whosoever for this cause may frown Yet on my head I 'll bear it as my Crown And for it praise my God hereby I see That in my ways his Spirit is with me When Sov'raign sleep descendeth from on high And on their Couch these members stretcht do lye My sprightly Soul that part of Heavenly fire Nor sleeps nor slumbers but remains entire In action By strange visions of the night I in my soul perceive the God of light Whose Spirit then whilst others slumbers bind Graciously communes with my ravish'd mind Plainly fore-shewing to my self what shall And mighty Realms in future days befal Though from my soil for dreams Hate banish'd me Again by dreams yet I shall raised be And those this evil who have wrought me shall With suppliant knee unto my mercy fall That seek with contrite tears deep groans and see Their hate then past shall be forgot by me Nor shall I seek revenge but they shall find To them I 'll bear a loving brothers mind But grant I had power and should with crafty wile The watchful eyes of Jealousie beguile Alas what help yet for me in that hour When guilty thoughts should all my peace devour Who knows not though with care by th'vicious sought Yet their own mind to peace cannot be bought That lowdly vengeance crying each vile heart So Condemnation must to 't self impart You may obscure your deeds in graves below Or in thick darkness them abscond but know Although the Conscience you may charm asleep That yet you never shall long silent keep O no your injur'd God while drowsie night Your eye-lids close your thoughts with shapes shall fright Resembling just your guilt and unto day Your works produce which in oblivion lay That there 's a God nor need you seek to find Turn but within and see him in your mind Examine there and you will quickly know That he 's above and in your thoughts below When heat of lust doth in the lustful cease Strait deep remorse becomes their minds disease Pleasures once over-blown and youth decay'd Regret and Trembling doth the Soul invade Who 's pleas'd when he compares his short joys spent With lasting woes their purchase which torment The Mind and Body with far greater pain Than all those joys before did pleasure gain For seeds of pleasure we but ever find Are cowardise and horrour in the mind Do go enjoy your swing choose carnal things These are those soft delights with deadly stings The death of Souls confusion of all grace The worm that gnaws for never-ending space Well then O much deceiv'd if true delight You yet desire then bravely shew despight To lust deny your eyes superbly spurn At Love which doth in lust forbidden burn Alas and what 's these joys youth swiftly flies To hoary age and with it Pleasure dies Our day-sun set and sable night come on Our woes so come and so our joys are gone Still to do good and overcome the heart Doth evermore unto the Soul impart All comfort and thence grief compels to flye 'T is the best pleasure Pleasure to deny O thou transcendent joy celestial rest How happy are those Souls by thee possest No joy or pleasure like to that we find Whose fix'd abode is in a righteous mind SEPHYRA WEll then I see that kindness is too weak Thy savage temper to subdue or break Which since it cannot my great cause defend That then on other motives I must bend I know that slothful jades refuse to stir Till in their sides they feel the gauling spur If thou art such and such thou seem'st to be Expect the fruits then of my hate on thee Once when a woman prostrates her good 〈◊〉 Her Honour Vertue Chastity her Fame To him she loves if her designs she miss As one besides her self stark mad she is Big with revenge therein impatient grows And frantickly all hindrance overthrows Crossing her end no charms may her asswage Even friends she sacrifices to her rage The sweeter wine at first is found to be The tarter when corrupted proves we see Of once denyed curtesies we find The strongest malice ever left behind And these all menace thee if to that joy I kindly woe thee to thou wilt be coy Where know thou shalt no sooner this deny But in extreamest Tortures thou shalt dye Our passions to extremities dilate Flying the mean we over-love or hate Thou then who art resolv'd no love to show Know from this hour my hate on thee doth grow Fierce and implacable War I declare And what I can devise I shall prepare To work thy woe all mischief then on thee That falls be confident it comes from me In deeds of black revenge we ever see The womans faculties more pregnant be Than those of man for in profound deceit And wise conduct she is the most compleat Well what invented or perform'd can be Of fiercest plagues shall all be flung on thee Each act of thine or word thou shalt have said Shall kill thee such constructions shall be made Nor yet enough things worse I 'll do than these This crime of mine such are our practices I 'le turn on thee and stifly this to be A truth affirm Thou wouldst have ravish'd me This to effect my thoughts now in me frye No holding helps all my inventions flye Where anger leads for me there is no cure Thou must my love obey or rage endure Like a brave Soul who when in prison pent Then more than ever in desire is bent T' enjoy lost liberty 'T is s●arce believ'd What by extremities have been atchiev'd This dire affair I must and will conclude Though Earth Sea Fire and Air should be renew'd In their first Chaos And although thou art Ne'r so resolved against my raging smart Yet I 'll proceed and imitate the snake Whose head if catcht a tail-defence doth make So if I find there is no other way Thou thy denial with thy blood shalt pay Hereto I am arriv'd with stedfast mind As links in Chains so sinful deeds are joyn'd Who ill contrives he must proceed therein And for his cloak with nimble skill begin His false complaint they who first audience gain Though criminal the just mans right obtain He who a villany hath undertook Upon no lyes with tender thoughts must look A face of brass must his defence become Lest ignominious shame should prove his doom When potent

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

young that seek him never fail to find Nor he to give them graces in their mind But he in time who this neglects anon When he shall knock shall find his season gone SEPHYRA THis yet agrees not with our years men say Deep thoughts on death make hairs untimely gray Farewel good days to him who hereon pores To these dull humours therefore shut thy dores Sorrow comes soon enough why with such kind Of pond'rings should we then afflict our mind He who on evils will before-hand muse When come in him will but more grief infuse Yet let them mope that please how ill it suits With thee fair boy however strong disputes 'Twixt Chastity and such fair looks as thine Are never wanting till that grace incline To yield to the allurements which are layd In ambush for her whereby she 's betray'd Behold from lips the Coral which transcend Soft moving words do flow that love intend And sue for a complyance nor can breasts More hard than Rocks deny their kind requests And Pleasures thereto joyn'd on every side Of every kind still Virtue doth bestride And conquer Although never so austere Even Virtue must the Charms of Love revere But woe is me to whom do I address All this discourse 't is my unhappiness To spend my sighs unto a flint a stone Yet stones have tears to weep but thou hast none Though nature made thee thus surprizing fair And sure where beauty is Loves seat is there Yet can my words though from a troubled mind In thee no pity no compassion find How can it be that in those looks should dwell Such cruel nature O that fierceness quell Be not so bloody-minded imitate Thy lovely air be kindly passionate Those slaves who in the fiercest battles bear The brunt and in worst dangers must appear Or those who are transfix'd unto the Oare Or who the plough do follow can't be more Them possibly it might become to be As rough as their rough skins but never thee Whose looks so sweet so lovely do appear As if they said it Gentleness is here Thy education and thy yet few days Soft dalliance more becomes and Bacchus ways Sweet Malmsey with a Song and on the knee A spritely Damsel wondrously agree And suite with thy smooth Chin nor can thy age ●t self from these soft pleasures disengage Alas to what I pray is beauty good ●t bears no fruit nor eat we it as food Nor likewise was it for the plough design'd ●t must be therefore but a shade or wind ●f greater good may not be drawn from thence Which who doth not deduce is void of sense ●s fruit is purely joy no good besides Within the borders of its view resides ●he blushing Rose though from the stalk ne're wrested ●r in gay wreaths by Virgin-hands invested Or by a Lover to his female friend Never bestow'd yet should its beauty end To soon behold how that its thirsty leaves Extends for dew each morning and receives Which when they once no more obtain they fade Nor leave o' th' stalk more than the wither'd blade Why shouldst thou spare that youth which wasts away So of it self time onely a decay Works on it and impairs its comely guise This season therefore slip not art thou wise Do I love thee I therewith thee accuse Thy beauty 't is that doth this love infuse Whoever such surprizing looks beheld And was not more than to esteem compell'd None thirsty view the Font's aspiring source Yet from a tast can their parcht throats enforce Nor any fang'd with hunger well-dress'd meat Before them see yet can refrain to eat Wine fill'd in glasses of a Christal white Is drank with more refreshment and delight Thou know'st though meats be ne'r so toothsome mad● They 're loath'd if not in cleanly dishes layd 'T is strange yet true by silence beauty gains Rough hearts to yield nor once by words complains Although with eyes yet melteth frozen breasts And the obdurate by those dumb requests Nothing that from the lips of beauty streams But like a dew of birth celestial seems And overtakes with ravishment the heart Whether in jest address'd or earnest part JOSEPH HOw shall then Beauty humane natures praise Be made a glass where lustful eyes may gaze When comely objects are beheld then must The flesh think you arise in flames of lust Was this the end when Natures hand did grace With those Divine perfections humane race O no the gifts of our great God invite By no means man unto sin-born delight Nor was this giv'n it self by lust to please But by chast Wedlock man-kind to encrease His Masculine perfections her delight Her female graces him to love excite He loving her alone she him there are No thirds that in their bliss can claim a share He gives she draws his gifts by her fair eye Nor can she crave the thing he can deny And her desires agreeing so with his They both contribute to compleat their bliss This is the end of beauty to allure Thus chast affections that may long endure And they if chast indeed when beauty 's gone That beauty will out-live that led them on The words of beauty you alledge prevail Ev'n though they should hearts made of rocks assail● And I am fair say you O but admit I might now say what mostly might befit Your so obdurate heart and that might be Dissolved by the words that flow from me Yet there is more I for your Interest Humbly advise and press you my request Seeks but your safety whereas yours to me Moves towards that which will my ruine be Be then advis'd and sure 't is highly best Let not henceforth your eyes upon me rest Lust to excite but when you Joseph view Think than a servant he 's no more to you 'T is not enough if we refrain the deed Lusts in the thoughts from guilty breasts proceed And they who are inflamed in that kind Bear before God a sin-polluted mind Yet if the while my object in your breast Your lust should heighten and destroy your rest Great would my sorrow be Nay I before This should succeed my face in purple gore Would certainly convert my killing eyes I would reward with equal cruelties Within these cheeks my nails I would indent And in that manner them so oft torment Until no marks of beauty there should be More left but horrour whence all eyes should flee But you that beauty seek convert your eyes Unto that glorious Helion a surprize Will seize your soul from the first sight you gain Which fixed there in wonder will detain And ardent love and that will quite extrude Which in your breast you now so close include How vain alas is that we beauty call In looks decypher'd which we so extol Take thence the veil and that which meets our sight Is sores which very nature doth affright No sooner from our body is exprest That suspiration wherein life doth rest No sooner are our nostrils stopt but strait Our beauty