IDENTILIN$$ F10900A|Storm|1633|pp. 56-59\EWS\fs(L)\5-5-85\P:EWS\o(OJ;MH/7-30-02)\P&C:DAS\cd(DFo*)\2000\C:JSC\2-8-01;JMK\3-20-01;JSC\3-21-01;8-20-02\AWJ\cd(TxAM.1)\2-14-05\P&C\JAH\2-23-05
109.00A.0HE THE STORME. /%XTo M%5r%6 %1Christopher Brooke%2.
109.00A.001 %XT%+Hou which art I, ('tis nothing to be soe)
109.00A.002 Thou which art still thy selfe, by these shalt know
109.00A.003 Part of our passage; And, a hand, or eye
109.00A.004 By %1Hilliard%2 drawne, is worth an history,
109.00A.005 By a worse painter made; and (without pride)
109.00A.006 When by thy judgment they are dignifi'd,
109.00A.007 My lines are such. 'Tis the preheminence
109.00A.008 Of friendship onely to'impute excellence.
109.00A.009 England to whom we'owe, what we be, and have,
109.00A.010 Sad that her sonnes did seeke a forraine grave
109.00A.011 (For, Fates, or Fortunes drifts none can Southsay, [CW:Honour]
109.00A.012 Honour and misery have one face and way.) [p.57]
109.00A.013 From out her pregnant intrailes sigh'd a winde
109.00A.014 Which at th'ayres middle marble roome did finde
109.00A.015 Such strong resistance, that it selfe it threw
109.00A.016 Downeward againe; and so when it did view
109.00A.017 How in the port, our fleet deare time did leese,
109.00A.018 Withering like prisoners, which lye but for fees,
109.00A.019 Mildly it kist our sailes, and, fresh, and sweet,
109.00A.020 As, to a stomack sterv'd, whose insides meete,
109.00A.021 Meate comes, it came; and swole our sailes, when wee
109.00A.022 So joyd, as %1Sara%2 'her[%1Sara%2'her(DFo;MH;OJ;TxAM.1)] swelling joy'd to see.
109.00A.023 But 'twas, but so kinde, as our countrimen,
109.00A.024 Which bring friends one dayes way, and leave them \(then.
109.00A.025 Then like two mighty Kings, which dwelling farre
109.00A.026 Asunder, meet against a third to warre,
109.00A.027 The South and West winds joyn'd, and, as they \(blew,
109.00A.028 Waves like a rowling trench before them threw.
109.00A.029 Sooner then you read this line, did the gale,
109.00A.030 Like shot, not fear'd, till felt, our sailes assaile;
109.00A.031 And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
109.00A.032 Hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name.
109.00A.033 %1Ionas%2, I pitty thee, and curse those men,
109.00A.034 Who when the storm rag'd most, did wake thee then;
109.00A.035 Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fullfill
109.00A.036 All offices of death, except to kill.
109.00A.037 But when I wakt, I saw, that I saw not.
109.00A.038 I, and the Sunne, which should teach mee'had forgot
109.00A.039 East, West, day, night, and I could onely say,
109.00A.040 If 'the[If'the(DFo;MH;OJ;TxAM.1)] world had lasted, now it had beene day.
109.00A.041 Thousands our noyses were, yet wee'mongst all [CW:Could]
109.00A.042 Could none by his right name, but thunder call: [p.58]
109.00A.043 Lightning was all our light, and it rain'd more
109.00A.044 Then if the Sunne had drunke the sea before;[MH,L][~,(OJ)]
109.00A.045 Some coffin'd in their cabbins lye, 'equally[^~(OJ)][lye,'equally(MH;TxAM.1)]
109.00A.046 Griev'd that they are not dead, and yet must dye.
109.00A.047 And as sin-burd'ned soules from graves[grave(DFo;MH;OJ;TxAM.1)] will creepe,
109.00A.048 At the last day, some forth their cabbins peepe:
109.00A.049 And tremblingly'aske what newes, and doe heare so,
109.00A.050 Like jealous husbands, what they would not know.
109.00A.051 Some sitting on the hatches, would seeme there,
109.00A.052 With hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.00A.053 Then note they the ships sicknesses, the Mast
109.00A.054 Shak'd with this ague, and the Hold and Wast[~,(OJ)]
109.00A.055 With a salt dropsie clog'd, and all our tacklings
109.00A.056 Snapping, like too-high-stretched treble strings.
109.00A.057 And from our totterd sailes, ragges drop downe so,
109.00A.058 As from one hang'd in chaines, a yeare agoe.
109.00A.059 Even our Ordinance plac'd for our defence,
109.00A.060 Strive to breake loose, and scape away from thence.
109.00A.061 Pumping hath tir'd our men, and what's the gaine?
109.00A.062 Seas into seas throwne, we suck in againe;
109.00A.063 Hearing hath deaf'd our saylers; and if they
109.00A.064 Knew how to heare, there's none knowes what to say.
109.00A.065 Compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme,
109.00A.066 Hell somewhat lightsome, and the'[~^(OJ)] Bermuda[Bermud#a(OJ)] calme.
109.00A.067 Darknesse, lights eldest brother, his birth-right
109.00A.068 Claim'd o'r this world, and to heaven hath chas'd /(light.
109.00A.069 All things are one, and that one none can be,
109.00A.070 Since all formes, uniforme deformity
109.00A.071 Doth cover, so that wee, except God say [CW:Another]
109.00A.072 Another %1Fiat%2, shall have no more day. [p.59]
109.00A.073 So violent, yet long these furies bee,
109.00A.074 That though thine absence sterve me[mee(OJ)], 'I wish not thee.
109.00A.0SS [om]
109.00A.0$$ One st of 74 ll., no ind; DAS: Period at end of l.28 not clear on CD image; 
JSC: *cd file name indicates MH copy, but photo of title p. shows DFo; OJ (Oxford, 
St. John's copy) proofed by EWS 5-23-00; JSC removed %1 & %2 from library codes 8-20-02 
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