IDENTILIN$$  F109B13 Storm\ms. Add.25707, f. 55r-v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-20-95\FC:JSC\7-21-00\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.B13.0HE  %XA Storme.|
109.B13.001  Thou w%5ch%6 art I '(tis nothinge to bee soe)
109.B13.002  Thou w%5ch%6 art still thy selfe, by these shalt knowe
109.B13.003  parte of our pasage.  And a hand, or eye
109.B13.004  by Hilliard drawne, is worth an history
109.B13.005  by a worse painter made.  And w%5th%6out pride
109.B13.006  When by thy Iudgment they are dignifi'd
109.B13.007  my Lynes are such.  Tis the preheminence
109.B13.008  of frendship onely to input[sic] excellence
109.B13.009  Englande, to whome we owe what wee bee, & haue
109.B13.010  sadd that her sonnes did seeke a forraine graue
109.B13.011  (ffor fates, & fortunes guifts non can sooth saye
109.B13.012  Honor, & miserie haue one face, & waye.)
109.B13.013  ffrom out her pregnant entrayles sight a winde
109.B13.014  W%5ch%6 at the ayres middle marble roome did finde
109.B13.015  Such stronge resistance; that it selfe, it threw
109.B13.016  downewards againe.  And soe when it did veiw
109.B13.109  how in the porte, our fleete deere tyme did leese
109.B13.018  witheringe like prisoners whollie but for fees,
109.B13.019  Mildly it kist our Sayles, and fresh, & sweete
109.B13.020  as to a stomack steru'd, whose insides meete
109.B13.021  meate comes, it came, and swole our sailes when wee
109.B13.022  soe Ioyed, as Sara her swellinge Ioy'd to see.
109.B13.023  But 'twas but soe kinde as are our Country men
109.B13.024  Whoe bringes frendes on dayes way, & leaues them then.
109.B13.025  Then like twoe mightie kinges w%5ch%6 dwellinge farr
109.B13.026  Asunder, mett against a third to warr.
109.B13.027  The South, & West Windes Ioyn'd; and as they blew
109.B13.028  Waues like a rowlinge trench before them threw
109.B13.029  Sooner, then you read this line, did the gale
109.B13.030  Like shot (not fear'd till felt) our sailes assayle.
109.B13.031  And what at first was calld' a Gust; the same
109.B13.032  hath now a Stormes; anon a Tempests name.
109.B13.033  Ionas I pittie thee, & curse those men
109.B13.034  Who, when the Storme rag'd most, did wake thee then.
109.B13.035  Sleepe is paines easiest salue, & doth full fill
109.B13.036  All offices of death; except to kill
109.B13.037  But when I wak'd, I saw that I saw not
109.B13.038  I, and the sun%M w%5ch%6 should teach mee had forgott
109.B13.039  East, West, daye, night, and I could but saye
109.B13.040  yf the world had lasted, now it had byn%M daye
109.B13.041  Thousandes our Noyses were; yet wee 'mongst all
109.B13.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call
109.B13.043  Lightning was all our light, & it rayn'd more
109.B13.044  then.[sic] If the Sun%M had drunck the Sea before.
109.B13.045  Some Coffinde in their Cabines, ly equ>%Va<lly
109.B13.046  greiud' that they are not dead, & yet must dye. [CW:And#as.]
109.B13.047  And as syn burd'ned soules from graues will creepe [55v]
109.B13.048  At the last daye; some forth their Cabbines peepe
109.B13.049  And tremblinge, aske what newes?  and heare it soe
109.B13.050  As Iealous husbands, what they would not knowe
109.B13.051  Some sittinge on the hatches would seeme there
109.B13.052  W%5th%6 hideous gazinge to feare awaye feare.
109.B13.053  Then note >%Vthey< the Shipps sicknes; the Mast
109.B13.054  Shact w%5th%6 this Ague, and the hold, and waste
109.B13.055  W%5th%6 a salt dropsie Clogd, & all our tacklinges
109.B13.056  snappinge like to high stretcht trebble stringes.
109.B13.057  And from our totterd[sic] sayles, raggs dropt downe soe
109.B13.058  As from one hangd' in Chaines a Yeare %Yof%Zagoe.
109.B13.059  Even our ordenance plac'd for our defence
109.B13.060  striu'd to breake loose, & gett[sic] awaye from thence.
109.B13.061  Pumpinge hath tir'd our men, & whats the gaine?
109.B13.062  Seas to Seas throwne, wee suck in againe
109.B13.063  hearinge hath deaft our saylors, and yf they
109.B13.064  knew how to heare, ther's none knowes what to saye
109.B13.065  Compar'd to these Stormes, Death is but a qualme,
109.B13.066  Hell somewhat Lightsome, & the Bermoothees a Calme.
109.B13.067  Darknes, Lights elder brother, his birth right
109.B13.068  Claymes ore the Worlde, and to Heauen hath chasd light
109.B13.069  All thinges are one, and that one none can%M bee
109.B13.070  since all formes, vniforme deformitie
109.B13.071  doth cover. Soe that wee (except God saye
109.B13.072  another fiat) shall haue noe more daye.
109.B13.073  Soe longe but Violent these furies bee
109.B13.074  That (though thine absence sterue mee) I wish not thee.|
109.B13.0SS  Finis: I: D.|
109.B13.0$$  %1No ind;%2 input %1in l.8 is right, diplomatically speaking%2