IDENTILIN$$  X109B36|Storm|Harley 6383|ff. 41-42|pp. 33-35\E:TEM\mf\10-9-12
109.B36.HE1  %XThe description of a storme by Doctor Donne.
109.B36.001  Thou whiche art (I t'is nothing to be so)
109.B36.002  thou w%5ch%6 art still thy self by these shalt know
109.B36.003  part of our passage,: and a hand or ey
109.B36.004  by Hilliard drawn is worth an history,
109.B36.005  by a worse painter made, & without pride
109.B36.006  (when by thy iudgement they ar dignify'd)
109.B36.007  my lines ar suche, t'is the preheminence
109.B36.008  of frendship only to impute excellence.
109.B36.009  England, to whom we owe what we bee & haue,
109.B36.010  sadd that her sonns did seeke a forreyn graue
109.B36.011  (for fates, >%Y&%Z>%Vor< fortuns drifts none can south=say
109.B36.012  honor and misery haue one face and way.)
109.B36.013  From out her pregnant intrayls sight a wynd,
109.B36.014  w%5ch%6 at the ayres middle marble roome did fynd
109.B36.015  suche strong resistance, that it self %Ydid#throw%Z#it threw
109.B36.016  downward agayn, and so when it did view,
109.B36.017  how in the port our ships dear time did %Jloose%K[M.var:>leese<]
109.B36.018  withering, like prisoners, whiche %Ybut%zly but for fees
109.B36.019  myldly it kist our sailes, and freshe and sweete,
109.B36.020  as to a stomack staru'd, (whose inn=sides meete)
109.B36.021  meate cums, it came, & swell'd our sailes, when we
109.B36.022  so ioy'd, as Sara her swelling ioy to see:
109.B36.023  but t'was but so kynd, as our cuntrimen,
109.B36.024  w%5ch%6 bring frends one days way, & leaue them then
109.B36.025  then (like two mighty kings, w%5ch%6 dwelling farr [f.41v]
109.B36.026  asunder meete against a third to warr)
109.B36.027  y%5e%6 south & west wynds ioyne & as they blew,
109.B36.028  waues like a rowling trenche before them threw,
109.B36.029  sooner then yow reade this line, did y%5e%6 gale,
109.B36.030  like shott, not feard till felt, our sailes assaile:
109.B36.031  and what at first was calld a gale, the same
109.B36.032  hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name,
109.B36.033  Jonas I pitty thee, and curse those men,
109.B36.034  who when y%5e%6 storme rag'd most, did wake thee then,
109.B36.035  sleepe is paines easiest salue, & doth fullfill
109.B36.036  all offices of death, except to kill:
109.B36.037  but when I wak't, I saw that I saw not,
109.B36.038  I, (and the sunn w%5ch%6 shou%Yd%Zld  teache) had forgott
109.B36.039  east, west, day, night, & I could but say
109.B36.040  if y%5e%6 world had lasted now, it had been day:
109.B36.041  thousand our noises were, yet we 'mongst all
109.B36.042  %Y*%Z#could none by his right name, but thunder call,
109.B36.043  lightning was all our light, and it rayn'd more,
109.B36.044  then if the sunn h>*>%Va<d drunk the sea before.
109.B36.045  Some cabbin'd in their coffins equally
109.B36.046  grieu'd y%5t%6 they were not dead, & yet must dy:
109.B36.047  and as sinn=burden'd soules from graues will creepe
109.B36.048  at y%5e%6 last day, sum forth their cabbins peepe,
109.B36.049  and trembling aske what news, and do hear so
109.B36.050  as iealous husbands what they would not know: [f.42]
109.B36.051  sum sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.B36.052  with hideous gazing to feare away feare,
109.B36.053  there note they the ships sicknes, the mast
109.B36.054  shak't with his agew, and the hould and wast
109.B36.055  with a salt dropsy clogg'd, and all our tacklings
109.B36.056  knapping, like too high stret'cht trebble strings,
109.B36.057  and fr>*>%Vo<m our t>**>%Vo<terd sailes, raggs dropp down so,
109.B36.058  as from one hang'd in chaines a year ago;
109.B36.059  eu'n our o%Y*%Zrdinance plac't for our defense
109.B36.060  striue to break l>*>%Vo<ose, and gett away from the>*>%Vn<ce,
109.B36.061  pumping hath tyr'd our men, & what's y%5e%6 gaine
109.B36.062  seas into seas thrown we suckt in againe,
109.B36.063  hearing hath deaf't our sailors, and if they
109.B36.064  knew how to hear, the>*>%Vr<'s none %Yt*%Zknows what to say:
109.B36.065  compar'd to this storm, death is but a calme,
109.B36.066  hell sumwhat lightsome, and Bermudo calme:
109.B36.067  darknes lights elder brother, his birth=right
109.B36.068  claimes o're this world, & to heau'n hath chas't light,
109.B36.069  all things ar one, and that one none can be
109.B36.070  since all formes uniforme deformity
109.B36.071  doth couer so, that we (except God say
109.B36.072  another fiat) shall haue no more day:
109.B36.073  so vi%Colent, yet long these furies be,
109.B36.074  that though thine absence starue me, I wishe not thee.
109.B36.0SSom
109.B36.0$$  No sts, no ind. Not sure about punctuation after "passage" (l. 3), elision mark in "stret'cht" (l.56), l. 64 "knows", circumflex in l. 73.