IDENTILIN$$  F109C09|Storm|Luttrell MS, Add. 8468\ff. 79-80|Ll.27-74>E:GL\mf\P:EWS\o\7-5-95\C:JSC\9-29-95|HE-l.27>T:EWS\o\7-5-95\E:JSC\hwt\9-29-95\P:EWS\o\7-7-95;P&C:JSC\hwt\5-3-01 
109.C09.0HE  XC To M%5r%6 Christopher Brooke from the /Island voyage with the Earle of Essex. /%1The Storme%2.
109.C09.001  Thou which art I, (tis nothing to be so)
109.C09.002  Thou which art still thyselfe by this shalt know
109.C09.003  Part of o%5r%6 passage, & a hand or Eye
109.C09.004  By Hylliard drawne, is worth a historye
109.C09.005  By a worse painter made, And, without pride
109.C09.006  When by thy Iudgment they are dignify'd
109.C09.007  My lines are such. Tis the p%5r%6heminence
109.C09.008  Of freindship only t'impute Excellence.|
109.C09.009  England, to whom we owe what we bee & haue,
109.C09.010  Sad that her Sonnes did seeke a forraigne graue
109.C09.011  (for fates or fortunes driftes none can southsay,
109.C09.012  Honour & misery haue one face, one way,)
109.C09.013  from out her pregnant entrayles sighd a wind
109.C09.014  which at th'Ayres middle marble roome did find
109.C09.015  Such strong resistance that itselfe it threw
109.C09.016  Downward againe, And so when it did veiw
109.C09.017  How in y%5e%6 Port our ffleet deere time did leese
109.C09.018  Withering like Prisoners who lye but for fees
109.C09.019  Mildly it kist o%5r%6 sayles, & fresh & sweet
109.C09.020  As to a stomack staru'd, whose insides meete
109.C09.021  meate come, it came, & swell'd o%5r%6 Sayles; when wee
109.C09.022  So ioyd as Sara her swelling ioyd to see.
109.C09.023  But twas but so kind as o%5r%6 Countrymen
109.C09.024  who bringe freindes one dayes way, & leaue them then>:%>.<
109.C09.025  Then like two mighty kinges, which, dwelling farre
109.C09.026  Asunder, meet against a third to warre
109.C09.027  The South & west winds ioyn'd, & as they blew
109.C09.028  waues like a rolling trench before them threw. [79v]
109.C09.029  Sooner then you reade this line did the gale
109.C09.030  Like shott not feard till felt o%5r%6 sayles assayle
109.C09.031  And what at first was calld a Gust, the same
109.C09.032  Hath %Jnow%K[RM:>%Jnow%K<] a stormes, anon a Tempests name.
109.C09.033  Jonas, I pitty thee, & curse those men
109.C09.034  who, when the storme rag'd most, did wake thee then
109.C09.035  (Sleepe is paynes easyest Salue & doth fulfill
109.C09.036  All offices of death, except to kill.)
109.C09.037  but when |I| wak'd, I saw that I saw not
109.C09.038  I, & y%5e%6 Sun which should teach me, had forgott
109.C09.039  East, west, day, night, And I could then but say
109.C09.040  If the world had lasted yet, it had, beene day.
109.C09.041  Thousands o%5r%6 noyses were, yet wee, 'mongst all
109.C09.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call.
109.C09.043  Lightning was all o%5r%6 light, & it rayn'd more
109.C09.044  Then if the Sun had drunke the sea before.
109.C09.045  Some coffind in their Cabbins %Jlye%K[RM:>%Jlye%K<], equally
109.C09.046  Greeu'd that they are not dead, & yet must dye.
109.C09.047  And as sin-burdend soules from graues will creepe
109.C09.048  At y%5e%6 last day, some forth their Cabbins peepe,
109.C09.049  And, trembling, aske what newes, & do heare so
109.C09.050  As iealous husbands what they would not know.
109.C09.051  Some sitting on y%5e%6 hatches, would seeme there
109.C09.052  with hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.C09.053  There note they the shipps sicknesses, the mast
109.C09.054  Shak'd with an Ague, & the hold & wast
109.C09.055  with a salt dropsy clogg'd, & all o%5r%6 tacklings
109.C09.056  Snapping, like to too high strechd Treble strings;
109.C09.057  And from o%5r%6 tatterd sayles ragges drop downe so
109.C09.058  As from one hung in chaynes a yeare agoe:
109.C09.059  Yea euen o%5r%6 Ordinance plac'd for o%5r%6 defense
109.C09.060  Striues to breake loose & scape away from thence. [CW:>>pumping<<]
109.C09.061  Pumping hath tyr'd o%5r%6 men, & what's y%5e%6 gaine? [80]
109.C09.062  Seas into Seas throwne we suck in againe.
109.C09.063  Hearing hath deaf'd o%5r%6 Saylers, & if they
109.C09.064  knew how to heare, ther's none knowes what to say.
109.C09.065  Compard with these stormes death is but a qualme
109.C09.066  Hell somwhat lightsome, the Bermudas calme.
109.C09.067  Darknes, lights elder brother, his birthright
109.C09.068  Claymes o're y%5e%6 world, & to heauen hath chas'd light.
109.C09.069  All thinges are one, & y%5t%6 one none can bee
109.C09.070  Since all formes vniforme deformitye
109.C09.071  Doth Couer. So that we, except God say
109.C09.072  Another Fiat, shall haue no more day.
109.C09.073  So long, but vyolent, these furies bee
109.C09.074  That, though thy Absence sterue me, I wish not thee.
109.C09.0SS  [horiz. lines]
109.C09.0$$  %1L. 9 ind; ff.78v(see poem 145 Sal) & 79 missing from mf, so f.79 here hand-trs. from 
orig. by EWS 7-5-95 & proofed 7-7-95, trs. to disk 9-29-95 by JSC; horiz. ll. under 2d & 3rd ll. of HE%2