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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

quite in vain I 'm bent against this Spirit with fierce hate But come I 'le know more thoroughly its state First what 's the Flesh Jos Our nature since the Fall Seph The Spirit Jo. That which frees us from that thrall Seph Is Flesh our nature which yet you resist Enough hereon I purpose to insist For once I 'll of our nature take the part Jos That you have long since done with snaky art What ever you have said I took the same As from the flesh substantially it came Hence if the flesh its sta●e you would detect On your own language then you must reflect Seph Now be thou then the Spirit that defend With thee this case to weigh I condescend What clause makes this thou say'st that each with hate Should always with his flesh and blood debate Peace is commended by all men we see But where there 's war how can there quiet be Where hate vindictive dwells dispos'd to fight How can there grow the fruit of loves delight We are injoyn'd to love which grace must flow Continually from us but do we show Any thing of it when with deadly rage Our flesh and blood to tortures we engage What contradiction and what madness too Does thy Soul utter and perswade us to We must seek peace and yet must broyls maintain Both love our selves and put our selves to pain Our happiness design yet that destroy Such Medlies does thy little Soul employ But in thy judgment none will joyn with thee I think that are not mad or changelings be All men commend the tractable but none The sowre morose they 're hated by each one He prospers in the world who to the times Does suit himself and yields to lesser crimes A creditable name hereby he gains And every where access and love obtains But the precise how odious are they Such humours best Fanaticks does display JOSEPH OF pious peace indeed much might be said But shall conspiracy with sin be made The peace injoyn'd Can darkness dwell with light Or peacefully the Heat with Cold unite The living will not with the dead intwine Nor love the sound with the diseas'd to joyn The spriteful stripling will not be content The flower of his affections should be spent Upon a loathsome Carcass voyd of Soul Whence crawling vermine in thick knots do rowl And yet who with his vices is at peace Worser enormities commits than these Who will indure him in his house alive That of her honour would his wife deprive None sure will suffer in his tender breast Venemous serpents peacefully to rest With him you know the Law is not content To be at peace whose mind 's to Murder bent Chast women should at every season be In feuds with Lust and its temptations flee Peace is preserv'd not broke thereby whose end To lasting rest within the mind doth tend The world the plyant love say you but hate Those whom you call morose and does debate With them by adverse Fortune evermore Till they by tears their misery deplore But who are here these tractable you mean And who then those morose the worlds esteem Here will not stand which must once judged be By him who then her Enemies will free From their imputed guilt condemn th●n those Who yielded to the Laws she did impose Perswasions drest in moving eloquence For sinful ends do therefore oft incense Chast minds from hearing and so them engage To fly from that which doth their death presage For this give not reproachful names to these 'T will but the more discover your disease More odious far than those vile terms you vent Against them who to you are innocent Indeed in this respect we should give way When good perswasions move us to obey Here the untractable do merit shame And justice for their punishment does claim If to Gods word you order your requests We are agreed farewel then our contests But if injustice you require our peace In that would but our misery increase Like the fond Ape who with a strict embrace From her beloved brat doth life express Or like the fonder Mother who a knife Gives to her babe with which it ends its life The Gardner prunes his spreading Vine we know Nor barren branches doth permit to grow This is not strange for which of us don't see That so the bearing may more fruitful be The festring 〈◊〉 is by the Surgeons cut Unto more strong and painful dolors put And yet it is notorious by this same Proceeding that a cure is all his aim Sharp corrosiving plaisters that are made For dangerous sores pain when thereon they 're laid But when they are apply'd upon that part That 's sound 't is not at all perceiv'd they smart My words though harsh if you cannot digest Your self's the cause you 're with sore plagues possest The Spirits balm which works in you that pain Had you the will would yield you greatest gain SEPHYRA HOw woful is that state which ever toyls In midst of fierce contentions cruel broyls How miserable's he who in his mind A mutiny against himself must 〈◊〉 Justly this Spirit doth ●●●plaints provoke So insupportable that makes our yoak That presseth our assent above the skie Though we are made of earth and cannot flie The mightiest Realms do certainly decay If in its bowels civil 〈…〉 Cities nor Families can longe● stand When deadly fewds within usurp command How should the heart within mans narrow breast Find place in such a compass to digest All those fierce broyls upheld with mutual hate Frays quarrels fights which must admit no date For what is man but gliding smoak a vapour A fleeting shade a self-consuming Taper An empty air a wind a bri●tle thing And what else frail we 〈◊〉 for likeness bring If with this Vessel thou'●● be thus severe Needs must the bands of life asunder tear As like a Mine press'd with embowel'd fire Gives way unable to contain its ire Wherefore should man so his endeavours bend Against himself and with himself contend Maintain within his Soul continual wars So being with himself at restless jars Mankind from women did thou know'st proceed Whose Mother was obtained with that speed When wooing words and fruit did her allure Against that force unable to indure Nor more than she can we her issue chuse To fall at words such charms do they infuse What comes from Cats is prone to flesh of Mice Our selves both love we cannot and despise Or our desires Who can his natures frame Forsake or cross the dictates of the same We 're of frail crudities in lust begun Crudled as Cream as Cheese together run Born in the Womb fed with the breasts white flood Rockt with soft songs in short we 're flesh and blood How will this nothing his desires assail Or with success against himself prevail Whose cruel victory does but portend His miserable ruine in the end JOSEPH THough you disguise your lust in reasons dress Against it my dislike yet I 'll express

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

one word But now for ever Potiphar's your Lord. And by old Proverbs since you can contend Let me I pray one likewise recommend Well known to you Each Wife by fixed lot Is Mistris of her Lord but body not Must I your Law impos'd on me fulfil If just it be indeed I must and will But if this Law with Piety contends It is not just nor serve I wicked ends None are by Vassalage so strictly bound That they to sin should be obedient found Nor if a Mistris doth things vile impose Do Slaves rebel that those commands oppose O how you erre to think in means men great May as they please employ their vast estate What means the Law sure thus is its abuse Where men their means to hurtful ends do use But to enjoyn their use to wholesome ends On which so much the Countreys good depends And 't is good Counsel Madam though from me Let not your Slave by you employed be To things unjust This Counsel where rejected There with disdain I 've seen commands neglected If with your Honour you your Servant trust And on his shoulders yoaks impose unjust With dear repentance you will quickly see That trusted Honour vilify'd shall be He through Fame's Trumpet shall your deeds proclaim And then through Towns Countries your dear Name Shall be worse render'd than from ●nnit fled Though his first Story much the truth outsaid Where therefore faithful Service you would have No Privy-Counsellor make of your Slave Within my Breast no Lust I entertain Yet trust me this not out of proud disdain In me no scornful Spirit I do finde Fear to my God is that which awes my Minde But now your Loves esteem you would advance And conquer me to that vile dalliance By shewing how your glozing tongue obtain'd This stay at home and for me sickness feign'd Alas are these the Symptomes of a minde To simple Truth and Faithfulness inclin'd Or not much rather to injurious deeds Of Perjury that from false hearts proceeds And yet how desperate too to hang a cloak Of Sickness over all and so provoke The Mighty God as if he were not worth His Creatures fear that crawls upon the earth But we may Presidents to witness call How oft such minds in his just hands do fall And now shall stretcht-out Arms or naked Breast Or Pray'rs devout unto my name addrest Perswade my minde think you belief to pay To such pretences and their Mood obey Forbidden Lust it is that is your aim And thence yet never upright dealing came False to your Lord to me you can't be true For dalliance over then all Faith adieu Truth never flows from Lies these can't agree Friendly Indwellers in one brest to be And with what Art do you Adultery seek To qualifie of guilt a youthful trick It only name in fashion now adays Not Criminal because now common ways But is not Theft a Crime And pray what Theft Is now allow'd Or where 's a man bereft Of greater good than of his Second-self To whom all goods besides are but as pelf Thieves that rob here steal more from honest men Than what they ever can restore agen O of its vileness when I do reflect What horrour doth it not in me inject Of sins with which so humane hearts abound Sure than this Lust no viler there is found Which at its height becomes in this most vile Where Wedlock's sacred sheets it doth defile For other sins that universal charm Have not nor do they work in men that harm They being rather of external kinde As to the Body this enslaves the minde Not only but each limb and pierceth through Marrow and bone where Virtue bids adieu So holding on till Strength be gone and Grace And deep Remorse and Plagues supply their place O! How may I Adulterous Limbs embrace How thus God's Image in my Soul deface Ay me and how the sweets of Lust enjoy And all my present peace of Soul destroy Shall Joseph be in ways adulterous found Sins vilest Lust and where all Sins abound As in uncleansed sinks of venemous kinde All sorts of Vermine we behold conjoyn'd Ah! Lord assist let this not seize on me By thy soft Grace let me restrained be And in sure bonds hold thou my thoughts impure That my dear Soul may be from Lust secure Particular acts of men will not suffice Infallibly to teach us what to prize And what things not what kinde of ways to chuse Or on the other hand what to refuse Our building 's on God's Precepts that 's the ground Where true direction for our walk is found And so as we to these our steps direct So far we Lust discover and reject Your Cause is not for Abram's fact allow'd Should we our Crimes with others failings shroud And yet no others Wife did he defile Or Heritage with a false Heir beguile Nor sought he Sarah to deceive hereby 'T was her first Will made him here to comply Nor Lust to cool by this was his intent But of his house th'enlargement only meant Produce you Jacob too Nor will you finde There ought that warrants this to Womankinde Yeilds God to Man this right Who doth not see That Women here no ways concerned be For once let Wives with many Men unite What Generations shall be kept upright Or how the Issue understand at all Who its own Father it may truely call I know you can no instance once produce Where Hebrew-wives provok'd by Lust did use Th'espoused Womb or pre-engaged heart Than to their Husbands otherwise impart Did Sarah ever to her Lord thus say By you I cannot bear another way I 'll therefore chuse O no her lips ne'er spake Such impious words much less did undertake The far more impious deed With restless minde Though Rachel longs for Issue yet this kinde Of way abhorr'd to take nor ever known Were women with us so lascivious grown But now how confidently next of Lot You vent your thoughts though who is free of spot And leprous sin where it once leave obtains Forward and forward towards act it gains But did Lust reign in him Dare you aver That this above all good he did prefer O no lo God for his just Soul takes care And this sole man in all he had doth spare So witnessing that he was only found Guiltless of Lust for which God curst the ground And if we on his fault you hint reflect 'T will but your frail defence the more detect Before him of a fire that rag'd behinde Fly ill-aboding sparks where all Mankinde That there drew breath and Flocks and stately Towers Are fuel to those strange prodigious showers Till afterwards he sees no more his Mate Or hears her footsteps he but heard of late For which huge griefs upon his spirits seize More strong than can by tears finde restful ease Whose force the better therefore to escape He for a Cordial dreins the bleeding Grape Where over-free with this uxorious fruit He drunken yields to

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