IDENTILIN$$  F109DT1\Storm\Dublin ms. I\ff. 27v-28v\E:EWS\o\P&C(hwt,mf):JMK\6-4&7-10-01;JSC\7-24-01 
109.DT1.0HE  %XThe Storme to M.%5r%6 C.B.
109.DT1.001  Thou, w%5ch%6 art I, (tis nothing to bee soe)
109.DT1.002  thou w%5ch%6 art still thy self, by these shalt knowe
109.DT1.003  part of our passage, and a hand, or eye
109.DT1.004  by Hilliard drawne, is worth an historie
109.DT1.005  by a worse painter made; And w%5th%6out pride,
109.DT1.006  When by thy iudgment they are dignified,
109.DT1.007  my lines are such; tis the preheminence
109.DT1.008  of friendshipp, *only to impute excellence.
109.DT1.009  England to whom wee owe what wee bee, & haue,
109.DT1.010  Sad, y%5t%6 her sonns did seeke a forreine graue,
109.DT1.011  (ffor ffates, or ffortunes drifts none can soothsaye,
109.DT1.012  Honour, & miserie haue one face and waye.)
109.DT1.013  ffrom out her pregnant intrailes sighd a winde
109.DT1.014  W%5ch%6 at th'ayres middle marble roome did finde
109.DT1.015  such strange%>>strong< resistance, y%5t%6 it self it threwe
109.DT1.016  downward againe, & soe when it did viewe 
109.DT1.017  howe in the port our ffleet deere time did leese
109.DT1.018  witheringe like prisoners w%5ch%6 lye but for fees,
109.DT1.019  mildly it kist our sayles.[sic] and fresh, & sweet,
109.DT1.020  As to a stomack steru'd, whose insides meet
109.DT1.021  meate comes, it came, & swole our sayles, when wee
109.DT1.022  soe ioyed as Sara her swelling, ioyed to see.
109.DT1.023  But t'was but soe kinde as our Countreymen
109.DT1.024  w%5ch%6 bringe friends one dayes way, & leaue them then
109.DT1.025  Then like twoe mighty kings, w%5ch%6 dwelling farre
109.DT1.026  asunder, meet against a third to warre,
109.DT1.027  the south, & west windes ioyn'd; & as they blewe,
109.DT1.028  waues like a rowling trench before them threwe.
109.DT1.029  sooner then you read this line did the gale
109.DT1.030  like shott, not fear'd till felt, our sailes assaile,
109.DT1.031  and what at first was call'd a gust, the same [CW:hath]
109.DT1.032  Hath nowe a stormes, anone a tempests name. [f.28]
109.DT1.033  Ionas I pittie thee, & cursse those men,
109.DT1.034  Who, when the storme rag'de most, did wake thee then
109.DT1.035  Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fulfill
109.DT1.036  all offices of death, except to kill.
109.DT1.037  But when I wak'd, I sawe that I sawe not:
109.DT1.038  I, and the Sun, w%5ch%6 should teach mee, had forgott
109.DT1.039  East, West, day, night, and I could but say
109.DT1.040  if the world had lasted, nowe it had beene daye,
109.DT1.041  Thousands our noyses were, Yet wee mongst all
109.DT1.042  could none by his right name but Thunder call
109.DT1.043  Lightning was all our light, and it rayned more
109.DT1.044  then if the Sunne had drunck the Sea before.
109.DT1.045  some coffin'd in their cabbins lye; equally
109.DT1.046  grieu'd y%5t%6 they are not dead, & yet must dye.
109.DT1.047  And as sin-burthened soules from graues will creepe
109.DT1.048  at the last day, some forth their cabbins peepe;
109.DT1.049  and tremblingly ask what newes; & doe heare soe
109.DT1.050  Like iealous husbands what they would not knowe
109.DT1.051  Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.DT1.052  W%5th%6 hideous gazeing to feare away feare.
109.DT1.053  There note they the shipps sicknesses; the Mast
109.DT1.054  shak'd w%5th%6 this Ague, and the Hold, and Waste
109.DT1.055  w%5th%6 a salt Dropsie clogg'd, & all our tacklings
109.DT1.056  snapping, like to high-stretch'd treble-stringes
109.DT1.057  And from our tattred sailes raggs dropp downe, soe
109.DT1.058  as from one hang'd in chaines a yeare agoe.
109.DT1.059  Euen our Ordinance plac'd for our defence
109.DT1.060  striue to breake loose, and scape away from thence
109.DT1.061  Pumping hath tir'de our men, & what's the gaine?
109.DT1.062  Seas into seas throwne wee suck in againe.
109.DT1.063  Hearing hath deaf'd our Sailers, and if they [CW:knewe][miscatch]
109.DT1.064  Knew howe to heare, there's none knewe what to saye. [f.28v]
109.DT1.065  Compar'd to these Stormes, Death is but a qualme,
109.DT1.066  Hell somewhat lightsome, & the Bermuda calme,
109.DT1.067  Darkness, Lights elder brother, his birthright
109.DT1.068  claymes ore this world, & to heauen hath chas'd Light
109.DT1.069  All things are one; and y%5t%6 one none can bee,
109.DT1.070  since all formes vniforme deformitie
109.DT1.071  doth couer; Soe that wee, except God saye
109.DT1.072  another ffiat, shall haue noe more daye.
109.DT1.073  Soe violent, yet long these ffuries bee
109.DT1.074  that, though thine absence sterue mee, I wish not thee.|
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