IDENTILIN$$  F109EU3 Storm|Laing ms. III.493|ff. 108-09|T:EWS\o\6-2-83\T&FM:JSC\x\7-19-00\P:EWS\hwt,mf\6-22-05\C:JSC\12-20-05
109.EU3.HE1  %XY%5e%6 Storme.
109.EU3.001  Thou that art I, (tis nothing to be so)
109.EU3.002  Thou that art still thy selfe; by this shalt knowe
109.EU3.003  Parte of our passage: & a hande or eye
109.EU3.004  By Hyllyard drawne is worth a historye
109.EU3.005  By a worse painter made: &, w%5th%6out pride
109.EU3.006  (Since by %Ytheiyr%Zthy [j:yes]judgement thay ar dignifyde)
109.EU3.007  My lynes ar such, tis y%5e%6 preheminence
109.EU3.008  Of frendshipp only to'impute excellence.
109.EU3.009  Englande (to'whom we owe what wee bee, or haue)
109.EU3.010  Sadde that her sonnes did seeke a forayne graue,
109.EU3.011  (for fates or fortunes driftes none can southsaye,
109.EU3.012  Honour & misery haue one face, one waye);
109.EU3.013  from out her pregnant entralls sighte[sic] a winde,
109.EU3.014  W%5ch%6 at th'ayres middle marble roome did finde
109.EU3.015  Such stronge resistance, that it selfe it threwe
109.EU3.016  Downeward againe, & so when it did viewe
109.EU3.017  How in y%5e%6 porte our fleete deare tyme did leese,
109.EU3.018  Wyth'ring like pris'ners w%5ch%6 lye but for fees|
109.EU3.019  Myldly it kist our sayles, & fresh & sweete
109.EU3.020  (As to a stomack staru'de whose insydes meete
109.EU3.021  Meate cum%Ms), it came; & swole our sayles, when wee 
109.EU3.022  So joyde as Sara'her swelling joyde to see.
109.EU3.023  But twas but so kinde as our cuntreymen 
109.EU3.024  Who bringe freinds one dayes way, & leaue them then|
109.EU3.025  Then like two mighty kings w%5ch%6 dwelling farre
109.EU3.026  Asunder, joyne against a third to warre,
109.EU3.027  Y%5e%6 south and west wyndes joynde, and as thay blewe,
109.EU3.028  Waues (like a rowling trenche) before them thewe.|[sic]
109.EU3.029  Sooner then y%5u%6 reade this lyne, did y%5e%6 gale [CW:Like#shott]
109.EU3.030  Like shott, (not fearde till felt) our sayles assayle, [f.108v]
109.EU3.031  & what at first was calde a guste, y%5e%6 same
109.EU3.032  Hath now a stormes; anon a tempests name.
109.EU3.033  Ionas I pitty thee, & curse those men
109.EU3.034  Who when y%5e%6 storme raged most, did wake thee then:
109.EU3.035  Sleepe is paines easyest salue, & doth fullfill
109.EU3.036  All offices of death, except to kill.
109.EU3.037  But when I wak'te I sawe y%5t%6 I sawe not,
109.EU3.038  I, (and y%5e%6 Sun w%5ch%6 should teach me), had forgott
109.EU3.039  East, west, day, Night: & I could only saye 
109.EU3.040  Had y%5e%6 worlde lasted now it had bin daye,
109.EU3.041  Thousands our noises were, yet wee mongst all
109.EU3.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call.
109.EU3.043  Lightning was all our light, & it raynde more
109.EU3.044  Then if y%5e%6 Sun had drunke y%5e56 sea before.
109.EU3.045  Sum coffinde in their cabines lye'equallye
109.EU3.046  Griu'de that that[sic] ar not dead, & yet must dye.
109.EU3.047  And as syn-burdned soules from graues will creepe
109.EU3.048  At y%5e%6 last daye; sum foorth their cabins peepe
109.EU3.049  & trembling aske what newes, & do heare so
109.EU3.050  Like jelious[sic] husbands what thay would not knowe.
109.EU3.051  Som sitting on y%5e%6 hatches would seeme there
109.EU3.052  W%5th%6 hideous gazeing to feare away feare.|
109.EU3.053  There note thay y%5e%6 shypps sicknesses; y%5e%6 maste
109.EU3.054  Slackt[sic] w%5th%6 his[sic] ague, and y%5e%6 houlde & waste
109.EU3.055  W%5th%6 a salt dropsy clogde, & our tacklings
109.EU3.056  Snapping like too-high stretched treble strings:
109.EU3.057  & from our tattred sailes ragges dropping so
109.EU3.058  As from one hunge in chaines a yeare a goe.
109.EU3.059  Euen our ord'nance plac'te for our defence -- [CW:striue#to]
109.EU3.060  Striue to breake loose, & gett away from thence. [f.109]
109.EU3.061  Pumping hath tyrde our men, & what's their gaine?
109.EU3.062  Seaes into seass throwne wee suck yn againe.
109.EU3.063  Hearing hath de>%Va<ff'te our saylors, and though thay
109.EU3.064  Knew how to heare, yet none knowes what to saye.
109.EU3.065  Comparde to theise stormes, death is but a qualme
109.EU3.066  Hell sumwhat lightsom, & y%5e%6 Bermud[sic] calme.
109.EU3.067  Darkenes (lights elder brother) his byrthright
109.EU3.068  Claymes ore this worlde, & to heau'ne hath chas't light,
109.EU3.069  All things ar one, & that one none can bee
109.EU3.070  Since all formes, vniforme deformitye
109.EU3.071  doth couer, So that wee, (except god saye
109.EU3.072  An other fiat) shall haue no more daye.
109.EU3.073  So violent (though longe), theise furyes >%Y%Jar%K%Z<,bee,
109.EU3.074  That though thine absence starue me,'I wish not thee.
109.EU3.0SS  [diagonal_slash] I.D.|
109.EU3.0$$  No ind; scribal slash in LM at l.1, & above it, in pencil, a nonscribal notation: "edit. 1669 /p. 144"