IDENTILIN$$  F109B47  Stowe 962, ff. 55v-56v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-27-95\C:JSC; FC 7-21-00\JSC\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.B47.0HE  %XA storme from the Iland voyage w%5th%6 the /%XEarle of Essex to his freinde. >>Ben. Iohnson.|<<
109.B47.001  Thou w%5ch%6 art I (tis nothinge to be soe)
109.B47.002  thou w%5ch%6 art still thy selfe, by this shalt knowe
109.B47.003  p%Pte of o%5r%6 passage; and a hand or eye
109.B47.004  by Hilliard drawne is worth a historie
109.B47.005  by a worse paynter made, & w%5th%6out pride
109.B47.006  when by thy iudgme%Mt they are dignified
109.B47.007  my lines are such: 'tis the p%5r%6heminece
109.B47.008  of frindshipp, only to impute excellence.
109.B47.009  England (to whom we %Yt%Zowe, w%5t%6 we be, & haue)
109.B47.010  sad that her sonnes did seeke a forraygne graue,
109.B47.011  (for fates or fortunes driftes non can south=say
109.B47.012  hono%5r%6 & miserie hath on face & way)
109.B47.013  from out her pregnant entrayles sight a winde
109.B47.014  w%5ch%6 at the ayr%Yi%Zes middle marble roome did finde
109.B47.015  such stronge resistance, that it selfe it threw
109.B47.016  downeward agayne: & see when it did view
109.B47.109  how in the port o%5r%6 fleete deare time did leese
109.B47.018  witheringe (like prisoners w%5ch%6 lie but for fees)
109.B47.019  mildly it kist o%5r%6 sayles, & fresh & sweet
109.B47.020  (as to a stom%Macke staru'd whose insides meete
109.B47.021  meate comes) it came & swole o%5r%6 sayles, when we [CW:soe#ioyed]
109.B47.022  So ioy'd as Sara her swellinge, ioy'd to see, [56]
109.B47.023  but twas but soe kinde as o%5r%6 Countrimen
109.B47.024  w%5ch%6 bringe vs but one dayes way & leaue vs then
109.B47.025  then like two mightie kinges, w%5ch%6 dwellinge farr
109.B47.026  a sunder, meet agaynst a third to warr
109.B47.027  the south & west wind ioynd, and as they blew
109.B47.028  waues like a rowlinge trench before them flew
109.B47.029  sooner then you reade this line, did gales
109.B47.030  like shott (not feard till felt) assayles o%5r%6 sayles
109.B47.031  and what at first was called a gust, the same
109.B47.032  hath now a stormes, anon a tempestes name.
109.B47.033  Ionas I pittie thee, & curse those men
109.B47.034  who, when the storme ragd most did wake thee then
109.B47.035  sleepe is paynes easiest salue, and doth fulfill
109.B47.036  all offices of death except to kill.
109.B47.037  but when I wakt I saw that I saw not
109.B47.038  I, and the sunn w%5ch%6 should teach me, had forgott
109.B47.039  East, west, day, night; and I could but say
109.B47.040  if the world had lasted, now it had been day.
109.B47.041  Thousandes o%5r%6 noyses weare, but amongst all
109.B47.042  we could by his right name, non but thunder call
109.B47.043  lightninge was all o%5r%6 light, & it rayned more
109.B47.044  then if the sunn had drunke the sea before.
109.B47.045  Coffind in Cabbins, som lie, equallie
109.B47.046  greeud, that they are not deade, & yet must die.
109.B47.047  and as sin=burdened soules from graues will creepe
109.B47.048  at the last day, out of theire Cabbins peepe
109.B47.049  and tremblinge aske, w%5t%6 newes?  & do heare, soe,
109.B47.050  (like Ielouse husbandes), w%5t%6 they would not know. [CW:som#sittinge]
109.B47.051  Som sittinge on the hatches, would seeme there [56v]
109.B47.052  w%5th%6 hydeous gazinge to feare away feare
109.B47.053  soe note they the shipps sicknes: the mast
109.B47.054om 
109.B47.055  w%5th%6 a salt dropsie Clogd, and all o%5r%6 tacklings
109.B47.056  snappinge in two like high streacht treable strings
109.B47.057  and from o%5r%6 totterd sayles ragges droppd downe soe
109.B47.058  as from on hangd in chaynes a yeare agoe
109.B47.059  euen o%5r%6 ordinance plac't for o%5r%6 defence
109.B47.060  striue to brake loose & scape away from thence.
109.B47.061  pumpinge hath tir'd o%5r%6 men, & w%5ts%6 the gaine
109.B47.062  seas into seas throwne, we sucke in agayne.
109.B47.063  hearinge hath def'd o%5r%6 saylors, & if they
109.B47.064  knew how to heare, theres non know w%5t%6 to say.
109.B47.065  Compar'd to this storme death is but a %YQ%ZCalme
109.B47.066  hell somwhat lightsome, & the Barmoudes calme,
109.B47.067  darknes (nightes elder brother) his birth=right
109.B47.068  claymes o're the world, & to heauen hath chased light
109.B47.069  all thinges are on, & that on non can be
109.B47.070  since all formes vniforme, deformitie
109.B47.071  doth couer: soe that we (except god say
109.B47.072  another fiat) shall haue no more day.
109.B47.073  [I3]So violent yet longe these furies be
109.B47.074  [I3]That though thine absence starue me, I wish not thee.|
109.B47.0SS  ffinis p%P I: D.|
109.B47.0$$  %1L.54 om; only final 2 ll. ind (5 sp);%2 >>Iohnson.<< %1in LM; 
either this scribe or a contemporary who writes like him has cross-referenced 
this poem to f.121, where Calm appears%2