IDENTILIN$$  F109B40|Storm|MS Lansdowne 740\ff. 95-96\EWS\P:GAS\o\6-19-95\C:JSC\'95;3-9-01
109.B40.0HE  %X%1A Storme%2 [5 dots patterned as on dice]
109.B40.001  Thou, w%5ch%6 arte I, (t'is nothing to be soe[missing]
109.B40.002  thou w%5ch%6 art still thie self, by these shalt [missing]
109.B40.003  part of our passage; and a hand, or eye
109.B40.004  by %1Hilliard%2 drawne, is worth an historie
109.B40.005  by a worsse painter made; And w%5th%6out pride,
109.B40.006  When by thie Iudgment they are dignified,
109.B40.007  My Lines are such; t'is the prehemynence
109.B40.008  of ffrendship, only to impute %Yffrendship%Zexcellence.
109.B40.009  %1England%2, to whom wee owe what we bee, and have,
109.B40.010  Sadd, that her sonns did seeke a fforraine grave,
109.B40.011  (ffor ffates, or ffortuns driefts none can sooth saye,
109.B40.012  Honnour and Myserie haue one face and waye.)
109.B40.013  ffrom out her pregnant intrailes sigh'd awinde
109.B40.014  w%5ch%6 at th'ayres Middle- Marble- roome did finde
109.B40.109  such stronge resistance, that it self it threw
109.B40.016  Downeward agayne; and soe, when it did veiw
109.B40.017  How in the port o%5r%6 %1Fleete%2 deare time did Leese,
109.B40.018  Withering like prisoners, w%5ch%6 lie but for fees;
109.B40.019  %1Mildelie%2 it kiste our Sayles, and fresh, and sweet,
109.B40.020  As to a Stomack steru'de, whose insides meet
109.B40.021  Meat Comes, it came and swole our %1Sailes%2, when wee
109.B40.022  soe ioy'd, as %1Sara%2 her swelling ioy'd to see;
109.B40.023  But t'was, but soe kinde as our %1Countrymen%2,
109.B40.024  which bring frendes one daies waie, and leaue them then.
109.B40.025  Then like two Mightie Kings, w%5ch%6 dwelling ffarr
109.B40.026  assunder, meet against athirde to Warr,
109.B40.027  The %1South%2 and %1West%2 windes ioynde; and as they blew,
109.B40.028  waues like arowling Trench before them threw.
109.B40.029  %1Soonner%2 then yo%5u%6 reed this line, did the gale
109.B40.030  like shott, not fear'd, till felt, our sayles assaile.
109.B40.031  And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
109.B40.032  hath now a %1Stormes%2, anon a %1tempests%2 name. [CW:om]
109.B40.033  [missing]nas I pittie thee, and cursse those men, [95v]
109.B40.034  [missing]hoe, when the Storme rag'd most, did wake thee then.
109.B40.035  Sleepe is paines easiest Salue, and doth fullfill
109.B40.036  all offices of death, except to kill.
109.B40.037  But when I wak'd, I saw, that I saw not:
109.B40.038  I, and the %1Sunn%2 w%5ch%6 should teach me, had forgott
109.B40.039  East, West, Daie, night; and I could but saie
109.B40.040  if the world had lasted, now it had byn daie.
109.B40.041  Thousands our noyces were, yett wee mongst all,
109.B40.042  cold none by his right name, but %1Thunder%2 call.
109.B40.043  Lightning was all our Light; and it rayned more
109.B40.044  then if the Sun had drunke the %1Sea%2 before.
109.B40.045  Some coffin'd in their %1Cabyns%2 lie; Equallie
109.B40.046  greeu'd, that they are not dead, and yett must die.
109.B40.047  And as Sin-burthened Soules, from graues will creepe
109.B40.048  at the last daie, some fforth their %1Cabyns%2 peep;
109.B40.049  And %Yaske%ZTremblinglie aske, what news; & doe heare soe,
109.B40.050  Like Iealous Husbands, what they would not knowe.
109.B40.051  Some sitting one the %1Hatches%2 would seeme there
109.B40.052  w%5th%6 hideous gazing, to feare awaie feare.
109.B40.053  There noate they the shipps sicknesses: the %1Mast%2
109.B40.054  Shak'de w%5th%6 this %1Ague%2, and the %1Hould%2 and wast
109.B40.055  w%5th%6 a %1Salt Dropsie%2 clog'd; and all our Tacklings
109.B40.056  Snapping like to highe= stretch'd= treble= strings.
109.B40.057  And from our tatterd Sailes, raggs dropp downe, soe,
109.B40.058  as from one hang'd in %1Chaynes%2 ayeare agoe.
109.B40.059  Euen our Ordnance plasde for our defence,
109.B40.060  Strive to breake loose, and scape awaye from thence.
109.B40.061  %1Pumpinge%2 hath tirde our men, and whats the gaine,
109.B40.062  Seas into Seas Throwne, wee suck in againe.
109.B40.063  Hearing hath deaf'd our Saylers; and if they
109.B40.064  knew how to heare, thers none knew what to saye.
109.B40.065  Comparde to these stormes, Death is but a qualme,
109.B40.066  %1Hell%2 somwhat lightsome, and the %1Bermuda%2 calme. [CW:Darknes]
109.B40.067  Darknes, lights Elder brother, his Birthright [f.96]
109.B40.068  %YClames%ZClaymes ore this world, and to heaven hath chas'd light.
109.B40.069  All things are one; and that one, none can bee,
109.B40.070  Since all formes vniforme, deformitie
109.B40.071  doth Cover: Soe that we except %1God%2 saie
109.B40.072  Another %1Fiat%2, shall haue no more daie
109.B40.073  Soe violent, yett long these furies bee
109.B40.074  that, thoughe thine absence sterue me, I wish not thee.|
109.B40.0SS  %XFinis
109.B40.0$$  %1No ind.; hyphenation in ll. 14 & 56 separated for collation only%2