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109.C02.HE1 %XThe Storme to M%5r%6 Christopher Brooke.
109.C02.001 Thou w%5ch%6 art I, (t'is nothinge to bee soe)
109.C02.002 Thou w%5ch%6 art still Thyselfe, by these shall knowe
109.C02.003 Part of our Passadges, And a hand, or eye
109.C02.004 By hyliard drawne, is worth an historye,
109.C02.005 By a worse paynter made; And w%5th%6 out pryde
109.C02.006 When by thy Iudgment, They are dignyfyde, [CW:(Mylynes]
109.C02.007 My lines are such. Tis the preheminence [f.33v]
109.C02.008 Of Freindship onelye to impute Excellence
109.C02.009 England to whome wee owe, what wee bee, and haue,
109.C02.010 Sadd that her Sonnes did seeke a Foraigne Grave
109.C02.011 (For Fates, or Fortunes drifts, none can soothsay)
109.C02.012 Honour and myserye haue one face and way;
109.C02.013 From out her Pregnant Intrayles sigh'd a winde
109.C02.014 W%5ch%6 at the Ayres Middle Marble Roome did fynde
109.C02.015 Such stronge resistance; That yt selfe yt Threwe
109.C02.016 Downeward againe; And soe when yt did Viewe
109.C02.017 How in the port, our Fleete deare tyme did leese
109.C02.018 Whitheringe lyke Prisoners, w%5ch%6 lye but for Fees.
109.C02.019 Myldelye yt kist our Sayles, and fresh and sweete
109.C02.020 As to a Stomacke Sterv'd, whose insydes meete
109.C02.021 Meate Comes, yt came; And swole our Sayles, when wee
109.C02.022 Soe ioy'd, as Sara her swellinge Ioy to see.
109.C02.023 But t'was, but soe kinde, as our Country men
109.C02.024 W%5ch%6 bringe freinds one dayes way, & leaues them then.
109.C02.025 Then lyke two mightye Kings, w%5ch%6 dwellinge farre
109.C02.026 A Sunder, meete against a Third to warre,
109.C02.027 The South & west winds ioynde, And as they Blewe
109.C02.028 Waves lyke a Rowlinge Trench before them threwe.
109.C02.029 Sooner then you reade thys lyne, did the Gale
109.C02.030 Lyke Shott, not fear'd, till felt, our Sayles assayle.
109.C02.031 And what at fyrst, was call'd a Gust, The same
109.C02.032 Hath now a stormes, anon a Tempests name.
109.C02.033 Ionas, I pyttye Thee, And Curse those Men,
109.C02.034 Who when the Storme rag'd most, did wake Thee then.
109.C02.035 Sleepe is Paynes easyest Salve, and doth fullfill
109.C02.036 All offices of Death, Except to kill.
109.C02.037 But when I wak't, I sawe, that I sawe not.
109.C02.038 I, and the Sunne, w%5ch%6 shoulld teach mee, had forgott
109.C02.039 East, West, Day, Night; And I could say
109.C02.040 Yf the world had lasted, now yt had beene day.
109.C02.041 Thousands our noyses were, yet wee 'mongst all
109.C02.042 Could none by his right name, but Thunder call.
109.C02.043 Lightninge was all our light, And yt rayn'd more,
109.C02.044 Then yf the Sunne had drunke the Sea before, [CW:(Some]
109.C02.045 Some coffin'd in theyre Cabbins lye, equallye [f.34]
109.C02.046 Grev'd that they are not dead, and yett must dye.
109.C02.047 And as Sin'd burdned Soules from Graves will creepe,
109.C02.048 At the last day, some forth theyre Cabbins peepe:
109.C02.049 And trimblinglye aske what newes, and doe heare soe
109.C02.050 Lyke Iealous Husbands, what they woulld not knowe
109.C02.051 Some syttinge on the hatches, woulld seeme there
109.C02.052 W%5th%6 hydeous gazeinge to feare away Feare.
109.C02.053 Then note the Ships sicknes, The Mast
109.C02.054 Shak'd w%5th%6 this Ague, and the Hold and wast
109.C02.055 W%5th%6 a salt dropsye Clog'd; And all our taklings
109.C02.056 Snappinge, lyke to high stretch'd Treble strings.
109.C02.057 And from our totter'd Sayles, Raggs dropp, downe soe,
109.C02.058 As from One hang'd in Chaynes, a yeare a%A goe.
109.C02.059 Even our Ordinance Placed for our defence
109.C02.060 Strive to breake loose, and scape away from thence.
109.C02.061 Pumpinge hath tyr'de our Men; And whats the gaine?
109.C02.062 Seas into Seas throwne, wee Sinke In a'gaine,
109.C02.063 Heareinge hath deaf'd our Saylors; And yf they
109.C02.064 Knew how to heare, ther's none knowes what to say.
109.C02.065 Compar'd to these Stormes, Death ys but a Qualme
109.C02.066 Hell some what lightsome, & the Bermuda Calme.
109.C02.067 Darkenes, lights elldest Brother, his Byrth right
109.C02.068 Claymes on thys world, & to heauen hath chast light.
109.C02.069 All things are one, And y%5t%6 one, none can bee,
109.C02.070 Since all Formes, Vniforme Deformitye
109.C02.071 Doth Cover, soe y%5t%6 except God say
109.C02.072 Another Fiat, wee shall haue noe more day.
109.C02.073 Soe violent, yett longe these Furyes bee
109.C02.074 That though thyne Absence sterve mee, I wish not Thee.|
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