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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

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

where 's my help my breast cannot contain These differing powers where shall my Soul remain Lust to escape what by the Eye 's espy'd And crav'd by th'flesh by Reason is deny'd How strange a thing 〈◊〉 I what can express My composition in law 〈…〉 Half I am 〈◊〉 half M●n half black half white Deform'd and 〈◊〉 and half wrong half right What dost 〈◊〉 do my Soul ●ith suppliant knee Go seek thy God in this thy 〈◊〉 go flee To him for help th●● know'st him great and strong And so for those that unto him belong He is the Lord of Battle and will be Thy Conquest 〈◊〉 thou 〈◊〉 thy victory He 'll make thee 〈…〉 and will lend Thee safety and thy life from hurt defend Onely for this thou must approach his Throne Of mercy and to him address thy moan No sin so 〈◊〉 yet with cruel might Which prayer did not compel to shameful flight Prayer is our Harness which our minds doth shield That else to Satans fiery darts would yeild Then I begin Great God my Strength my Aid Grant I may stand this conflict undismay'd Give me the Conquest let successful speed Crown my weak 〈◊〉 thou Saviour in our need O let not lustful flames desires unchast Whereby so oft thy stamp's in us defac'd Prevail a jot but Father 〈…〉 me A Conscience pure to offer unto thee In myry Pits behold confounded I Am come where almost overwhelm'd I lye Where Lord I find no standing for my feet Thou must send help or I my 〈◊〉 meet Alas how frail is man whose holyest works Are but vile rags where ugly evil lurks His highest Sanctity's a withered leaf And even vile beyond his own belief His mind 's whole frame through his whole course of life With evil times as with the stream doth drive In this worlds sea with various blasts ●here 〈◊〉 And here Lord if thou help'st not he is lost My feet in slippery places now abide With my own lusts I 'm storm'd on every side All hands they break they to rebellion run Lord thy restraining grace or I 'm undone And thy directing Spirit give thou me Ease thou my groans support my feeble knee Defend thy child that trusts in thee from shame Salvation give and glorifie thy Name Distil thy Doctrine like a gentle showr Into my narrow breast there comforts powr Drench with thy living streams my thirsting mind And of thy right-hand-pleasures let me find That measure in my Soul that may exile Thence sinful joys as savourless and vile In times of old thy goodness thou hast shown To me whom thou adopted'st for thine own O then thine own defend teach me to fight Against my passions which in sin delight These are but strangers in my soul and she That takes their part a stranger unto thee On me O let them not gain any ground But their attempt do thou with shame confound I beg no worldly Power nor Wealth do crave Or Regent Thrones nor Monuments would have Rais'd to my Name nor pray I for great state Which Fame or humane glory might create This onely thing I wish I might obtain That of my heart a conquest I might gain At this sad hour If I 'm but safe within All outward force shall never make me sin Then cheer thee Soul God bows to thy complaint A willing ear I feel his loves constraint Rejoycing me In tears methinks my song I now can make at weakest I am strong O my dear Soul the riches of that grace Observe which fills thy heart thy Saviours face Go meet behold thy God doth now begin To knock at thy hearts door haste let him in What means proud lust to tempt my pure desire I in my Soul possess a better fire A holier Spirit a more cogent power Which liberally God in my breast doth shower The new tunn'd Must before it vent obtains Strong groans ejects as if opprest with pains In the strait Vessel wherein bridled long The bands at last it bursts and then too strong The staves asunder rends thence with uproar As with light feathers in free air doth soar Thus with mans mind it is now prone it lyes Dishearten'd then encouraged doth rise So exercis'd until the field it gains And by Gods hand firm victory obtains Until immortal powers it can withstand And as it's self so all the world command Well what remains shall this perswade my mind Because my Lady is to me inclin'd Shall her mad love enflame me with delight Or not much rather from such love affright For how detestable it is when wives Do sell themselves to lead lascivious lives When with unbridled lust the upright mind Themselves they tempt to deeds of bruitish kind Those Monsters with their eloquence impure Prompted by lust even men themselves allure Assault the chast and that from them request Which though desir'd should never be exprest Ay me how have these things afflicted me From this vile woman I could ne'r be free For when my Lord still absent was from home I could not go where she 'd not likewise come Where then in lustful Rhetorick she dresses Her lawless love or that by signs expresses Such as her eyes can yield or breasts expos'd When to Adultery she is most dispos'd O with what art she sounds my tender mind Whether or no it be as hers inclin'd Sometimes my hand she kisses then she woes With fervent looks nor know I what she does But who can love nay who will not detest That suit first vile and then by them exprest Who should be woe'd and in whose breasts should dwell That modest grace which doth in them excel 'T is monstrous if it does not since we see Of this by nature they possessors be And since a want hereof doth in the vile Constrain their love affrighted to recoil The most lascivious of their lust yet gain Do make and gold and lordly gifts obtain But me this woman gives no rest at all Her body prostitutes and gifts withal The profligatest wretch with lustful ●ires Although he burns in his deprav'd desires Will yet pull in his flames at such a time When lustful wives do court him to that crime Ah in my breast sha'nt I then horrour feel With her who her Lords bed defiles to deal To have to do with her who would constrain Me to submission to her lustful pain Sure modesty is womens chiefest grace A lowly eye an humble bashful face Even then that blushes with a conscious red When though of Marriage ought to her is said Nor do I think is any man more vile Than he who doth the Nuptial bed defile So he his Neighbours Heritage deceives And stones unknown upon his building heaves O thou luxurious flesh shall now thy flame Deprive my Soul of its most peaceful frame Of all its present ease and sacred rest O no thy valency lo is supprest Thy fire extinct thy chains shook off and broke Thy embers are now ashes flames but smoak Thy itch is cool'd nor

his restless brain Fumes Oven-like that cann't its heat contain Thence hies to th' Prince where yet again his mind Must move with humours of uncertain kind Nor less his Wits must work since none is more Esteem'd than flatterers that Crowns adore Nor yet is this enough lo home-bred sorrow Genders new care for this day and to morrow That so no hour there is throughout the day Wherein his Soul might rest he once can say Unhappy Lord enslav'd by too vast things Thy purchas'd greatness thee but sorrow brings Forsake the Court 's too cumbrous cares and come Joyn with thy Wife to manage things at home But whilst my Lord him in these cares imploys Therewith his buzzing head and Soul annoys I his forsaken his forgotten Wife Wish for this cause a more delightful life And am resolv'd nor deem it void of reason Not so to lavish this my youthful season Let him since he will always be at Court Frequent strange beds one shall to mine resort And thou art he selected hereunto Sweet Joseph who of this long since didst know Mine eye my heart bewray'd that did descry What kind of passions in my breast did fry When once the heart feels Love hath made a wound The Senses dislocate the Tongue is bound The Mind with grief possest is fill'd with dread And then the eye the tongues defect must plead ● know thou hast observ'd my strong desires From my sad eyes dart symptomes of my fires Nor less didst thou perceive those flames in me When neer my bed I sent so oft for thee O long ere them I know this tongue express'd Thou felt'st these dire commotions in my breast And yet thou glori'dst ever to appear As if thou nothing wast of this aware If thee alone I found where none could see Or over-look what pass'd 'twixt thee and me Away thou fledst when thou but thought'st 't was I As though some Ghost thee thence compell'd to fly These were the pressures which so mov'd my mind That shame no longer could my passions bind Which forc'd broke forth constraining me to bow My neck to thee and court my servant now Yet woe is me though I disclose my fires All I can say cann't thaw thy chill desires T is neither Rhetorick nor deep-fetch'd groans Can move thy spirit to regard my moans O can no languid sighs no Eloquence Thy marble-breast to tenderness dispence Nor can yet goodness once prevail with thee Then rigour shall which thou shalt quickly see Though I am more 〈◊〉 perswasions rather Will melt thy Soul and we shall yet together Joyn flames to flames come ●hen why should such fell And rough desires in such sweet savour dwell JOSEPH ME what prodigious things do I now hear Are these your w●●ds and Madam I so near Surely you mean them not Ah me but why Seek you then once again my ●oul to try It is confess'd that I am yours and his Who is your Husband● but to none of this Sure was I sold we are not sold to 〈◊〉 Till of our selves we do that Sale begin Has providence lent you such gifts in vain To which so many wi●h they might attain So fair a flower has God created you That to your Lord you should be found untrue Though p●●tly body amiable face Though wise discourse your Sex so much doth grace These yet if modesty you set to sale Will not that loss of Vertue countervail You 're of Illustrious Race of Royal kind With beauty gifted and transcendent mind Remember this and let your Soul disdain Your honour so with Sta●●ion lust to stain Much more to love your 〈◊〉 Ah me what is 't Has poyson'd you such matters to insist Why should thus Reasons beauty be defac'd Why should your glory thus become disgrac'd Why should lust reign and why that spirit Divine That doth the Soul to vertuous ways incline And therein guide be quench'd and force a●●ay'd Through base-born lust and that the Soul invade For shame adjourn these Soul-deluding dreams Youths base product which you so ill beseems Which death portend let them be straight deny'd Fire's quickly master'd when help 's soon apply'd He who from lusts vile bondage would be freed Its primier flames to suffocate must ●eed Sin is a plant which if not from the root Soon pluckt will soon to spreading mischief shoot Which if it does its venom soon we find Infecting all our blood and all our mind And that 's a Fort with ever-watchful eyes Which should be guarded from sins swift surprize But if we thus destroy it then with ease Our hearts may be secur'd from this disease And that calm-virgin peace as erst regain The greatest bliss that Souls can here obtain Well though it be which let me not believe That you 're inclin'd brief pleasure should bereave You of your fame your eyes in vain on me Yet look in whom those joys abhorred be Ah how may I my precious Soul resig● To such falacious lust how thus incline To wound my Conscience and supremely prize Those flames and therein my self exercise Am I not of that house which from the rest Of all the world God for his people blest Choosing them such or ever form he layd Of this huge Globe and of his promise made Peculiar Heirs Am I not Abram's seed The faithful's Father by Gods call decreed And Prince of Race Divine and should I prize Foul lust and these advantages despise These members so abuse that God upbraid Who his loves covenant thereon hath made And thus Soul-shipwrack in one instant make Help Lord nor me do ever thus forsake But how you erre although God did create In all he made a power to propagate As was its kind yet what alas makes this For you as blind so you the mark do miss But 't is perceiv'd what by your errour 's meant You brass to me for solid Gold present Which I should so say you with you believe That lust as love acceptance might receive Who sees not this but better things we know From our great God to man no lust did flow He at the first did then in him inspire In beasts in fowl and fish an upright fire Blessing them generally with words of these Be greatly fruitful and the earth increase Of these yet Man when he began to live One meet help onely did from God receive Flesh of his flesh bone formed of his bone And this command You two shall be but one Thus that delight is but 'twixt two confin'd Where one Male-female are together joyn'd A third destroys the pleasure sowrs the sweet For love is onely 'twixt two souls compleat And this thus God injoyns As with his hands He Man and Wife unites in wedlock-bands Which none may part To th'Bridal sheets this Seal By him affix'd their purity reveal How should it then seem strange if he consume Such who his work to sully dare presume If with fierce plagues hurl'd from his kindled Ire He satisfaction should from them require Who