IDENTILIN$$ F109H03|Storm|Carnaby MS, Eng. 966.1\ff. 24v-25v\JSC\mf\7-25-94\P:DF\o\9-7-00\C:JSC\1-2-01\C:EWS\1-13-15 109.H03.HE1 %XStorme.| 109.H03.001 Thou which arte I t'is noethinge to be soe 109.H03.002 Thou whiche arte still thy self, by these shalt knowe 109.H03.003 Parte of %Ya%Z%>>>our<< passage, and a hand or eye>>%Y<>%Z<< 109.H03.004 By Hilliard drawne is worthe a history 109.H03.005 By a worse painter made and (without pride) 109.H03.006 (when by thy iudgment they are dignifi'd) 109.H03.007 My lines are suche t'is the preeminence 109.H03.008 Of freindship onely to impute excellence 109.H03.009 England to whome we owe what we be and haue 109.H03.010 Sad that her Son%Ms doe seeke a Forraine graue 109.H03.011 (For fates, and fortunes driftes none can Soothesay 109.H03.012 Honor and misery haue one face and way) 109.H03.013 From out her pregnant entralls sight a wynde [CW:/w%5ch%6#at#the] 109.H03.014 w%5ch%6 at y%5e%6 aires Middle Marble roome did finde [25] 109.H03.015 Suche stronge resistance, that it self it threw 109.H03.016 Down=wards againe; and soe when it did view 109.H03.017 Howe in our Porte our ffleet deare tyme did leese 109.H03.018 whitheringe like prisoners whiche lye but for fees 109.H03.019 Mildly it kiss't our Sayles, and fresh and Sweet 109.H03.020 As to a Stomake staru'd whose insides meet 109.H03.021 Meat comes, it came, and swoll our Sailes when wee 109.H03.022 Soe ioy'd at Sara her swellinge ioy'd to see 109.H03.023 But 'twas but soe kinde as our Country=men 109.H03.024 whoe bringe freinds one daye's way, and leaue them then 109.H03.025 ffor like twoe mighty Kinges dwellinge afarre 109.H03.026 Asunder, meet, against a third to warre 109.H03.027 The Southe and West windes ioyn'd and as they blew 109.H03.028 Waues like a rowlinge Trenche before them %Yflew;%Z%>>threw;< 109.H03.029 Sooner then yo%5w%6 read this lyne, dide the gale 109.H03.030 Like shot not fear'd till felt, our Sailes assaile 109.H03.031 And what at first was call'd a Guste, the same 109.H03.032 Hathe now a Stormes, anon a Tempests name 109.H03.033 Ionas I pittie thee, and c%Yo%Zurse those men 109.H03.034 whoe when the Storme raged moste, did wake the then 109.H03.035 Sleep is paines easiest salue, and dothe fullfill 109.H03.036 All offices of deathe except to kill 109.H03.037 But when I wak't I sawe that I saw not 109.H03.038 I, and the Sun which should teache me had forgott 109.H03.039 East, west, day night, and I could but say 109.H03.040 If the world had lasted nowe it had been day 109.H03.041 Thousands our noyses were, and wee mongst all 109.H03.042 Could none by his right name but Thunder call 109.H03.043 Lighteninge was all our light, and it rain'd more 109.H03.044 Than if the Sun had drunke the Sea before 109.H03.045 Some Coffin'd in their Cabbins ly, equally 109.H03.046 Greiu'd that they are not dead and yet muste dye 109.H03.047 And as Sinne burthen'd Soules from graue will creep 109.H03.048 At the laste day some forthe their Cabins peep.| [CW:om] 109.H03.049 And trembleinge aske what news, and doe heare soe [25v] 109.H03.050 As ielous husbands what they would not knowe 109.H03.051 Some sittinge on the hatches would seem there 109.H03.052 With hideus gazeinge to feare away feare 109.H03.053 Then note >>%Vthey<< the Ships sicknesse the Maste 109.H03.054 Shak't with an Ague, and the hull and waste 109.H03.055 With a Salte dropsie clogg'd, and all our tackleing%Ye%Z%>>s< 109.H03.056 >>%J<>%K<< like >>%J<>%K<<[Var:>>too<<] highe-stretched tribble strings 109.H03.057 And from our tatter'd Sailes >>%Vrags<< droppe downe soe 109.H03.058 As from one hang'd in Chaines a year agoe 109.H03.059 Euen our Ordinance placed for our defence 109.H03.060 Striu'd to breake loose, and scap'd away from hence 109.H03.061 Pumpinge hathe tyr'd our men, and what is our gaine 109.H03.062 Seas to Seas throwne, wee straight sucke in againe 109.H03.063 Heareinge hathe deaft' our Saylers, or if they 109.H03.064 Knowe howe to heare, there's none knowes what to say 109.H03.065 Compar'd to these Stormes death is but a Qualme 109.H03.066 Hell somewhat light, and the Bermuda's Calme 109.H03.067 Darknesse lights elder Brother, his Birthright, 109.H03.068 Claimes'ore the world, and to heau'n hathe chased light 109.H03.069 All things are one, and that one, none can bee 109.H03.070 Since all formes, vniforme deformity 109.H03.071 Dothe couer soe that wee except God say 109.H03.072 Another Fiat shall haue noe more day 109.H03.073 Soe violent yet these longe furies be 109.H03.074 That thoughe thy absence starue me, I wishe not thee.| 109.H03.0SS ID.| 109.H03.0$$ %1L. 9 ind.; final ".|" (l.74) looks like ";" because scribe ran out of room;%2 St. ms. 210 %1wr. in a 2nd hand in LM at HE;%2 the cancelations of "o" in l.33 and "Snatchinge" in l.56, and the added "%Vthey" in l.53 are by Norton, in his characteristic pencil%2