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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

Thinna Gos all all pursue The wretch 't is highest time my name 's the aim I here endure unsufferable shame Jos Good God what impudence how will this end Seph Haste haste your Lady from a Rape defend A trayt'rous villain brought from Hebrons soyl Upon me runs my body to defile His violence a● quickly quickly tame The slave is full of lust and void of shame JOSEPH ME what anointed fraud Hark hark I hear Pursuing feet through all the house that bear Sure death Ah woe is me what pur●ue cryes Now shall this woman cloak her guile with lyes And make a sad complaint me to accuse Of that which she against my self did use The Cloak I left her when from her I brake Shall for her fraud no small advantage make My God what help what safety then have I Alas I know not which way I shall fly The changes of these lower things behold They but what 's smoak and empty wind infold As like a Bubble now appearing fair Which in a 〈◊〉 dissolves in humid air Earths greatest dignities and chiefest good Are like the flowing and the ebbing flood In splendid honour I this day did swell And now from thence am hurl'd as low as Hell Though guiltless now a shameful fall I bear Uncertain what must be my future share Ah me on what on what shall I resolve How in my breast shall I my case revolve Shall I with base subjection like a slave Her guilt my guilt confess and pardon crave Sure no If I till now have lust deny'd In that good mind I 'll to the end abide How then shall I unto the Court repair And there unto my Lord the truth declare O no that house with happy peace that 's blest May not be griev'd for my desired rest Well but what then Shall I my self betake Within and there to each relation make Of all that 's pass'd Nor that 't is not done well The crimes of Ladies to their slaves to tell What then shall I the Countrey fly with speed As guilty fly that were a shameful deed 'T is better patiently the worst to bear For flyers ever guilty we declare Besides when slaves presume to run away For that they with their backs or necks must pay What then shall I conclude high time 't is now Resolve then this my Soul not hence to go Then be it so I 'll wait here what may be By Gods Decree selected out for me To him I pray'd through him my fight renew'd With him stood firm and by him lust subdu'd From him the rest I 'll wait and laugh at shame What should he fear that trusts upon his Name Now I return to give due thanks to thee Great God that from my self hast rescu'd me Although vain beauty did assault my eyes Thou helpedst me its witchraft to despise My feet from shameful fall preserv'd thou hast My Soul from ruine when with lust opprest Be thine the praise I 'll in thy Name delight So well who hast instructed me to fight In thy dear cause Towards thee I aspire With longing Soul thou end of my desire Henceforward my endeavours I will bend In thy unspotted ways my days to spend Then shall my ways be in thy eyes upright When thou shalt aid me by thy Spirits might The Concluding DAYRY-EMBLEM Discovering the Mystery and Nature of this Religious Self-Conflict THis Churn behold without and inwardly As with thy bodies so the Spirits eye And thus whilst thou reflectest on this thing Instructing matter it to thee shall bring Without 't is still within is uproar loud Like hollow drums exciting battle proud When now two Armies in a Champain large Each others force prepared stand to charge The tumults cause is from two differing things Each other charging with enforced flings Within the Vessel The insipid stream Flows in the fat amongst the thicke● Cream Hence the fray rises where these each would smother Now one gets uppermost and then the other The Cream's now under then the tastless Whay Holding in doubt whose the victorious day At length shall be till after tedious fight The well-wrought Cream doth by degrees unite And now of hue become like tryed gold As in prevailing hands the Palm doth hold But though it floats above it must abide The dabblings of the Whay on every side Until a higher hand doth down convey That wherewithal it bears it thence away Then in pure water throughly cleanseth it Preserves with salt and into vessels ●it ●ncludes and lastly crowns Where this regard Who overcomes so shall obtain reward He who this discord 'twixt the Cream and Whay With profit now desires to overlay By an approved Limbeck let him bring A noble matter from this trifling thing The Vessel here is Man therein the Broyl Presents the War 'twixt thoughts both good and vile The Cream's the Spirit Whay doth Lust Intend With restless spight each other these offend Awake dull Saint learn what 's within thy heart The Spirit 's not alone nor th'flesh apart Their powers are mixed as together grown Both in thee are as interwove in one Much like the glimmering Dawn that goes before The ruddy day which doth mans cares restore Discov'ring neither Darkness nor yet Light Not Day not Night alone but Day and Night Or like refulgent White with Negro hue Nor white nor black but gray betwixt the two Or like cold streams which when to boyling thrown Is neither hot nor cold but lukewarm grown Well lo the war begins it goes to blows Each his All brings his Op'nent to oppose Fill'd with fix'd hate The Flesh embattel'd draws Incorrigible youth lusts ' nslaving Laws Sports void of bounds and Deeds of guilty Night As Drunkenness and all obscene delight Base worldly pleasures Envy and what 's worse Lyes treacherous Fraud and filthy tongue discourse The Spirit calmly comes begirt with Prayer With Gods pure word with words that season'd a●● With penitence Humility true Love Hope conqu'ring Faith and th'innocence o' th' dove The Combat's hot where we may safely say It seems that Flesh and Spirit now display Th' effects of fiercest hatred as if so They the Souls powers would straitway overthrow Until at last the strugling Spirit 's found Though after many dangers many a wound Far more divinely beautiful and bright And more puissant than before the fight Yet not without all blemish since the mind That yet possesses which to lusts inclin'd Whereby in fight since though it keeps the field 'T is oft compell'd to secret lust to yield Until the Lord his hand doth down convey And him from Earth by Death doth take away Translates into a Throne purges from dross And glorifies whereby he gains by loss Thrice happy he this firmly let 's believe This Good who through Gods Spirit doth perceive Thrice blessed is that Soul who in this night This upright war upholds maint●●ns this fight Immortal praise a Crown of great regard Prepared is for such a Souls reward Yet of pure mercy

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