IDENTILIN$$ F109H04|Storm|Norton MS, Eng 966.3|ff. 14v-15v|KJH\mf\7-26-94\P:DF\o\11-17-00\C:JSC\1-5-01\C:EWS\1-15-15
109.H04.HE1 %XThe Storme to Mr: C:B:
109.H04.001 Thou w%5ch%6 art I (tis nothing to be soe)
109.H04.002 Thou w%5ch%6 ar't still thyselfe by theis shalt knowe
109.H04.003 part of our passages and a%A hand, or eie
109.H04.004 by Hilliard drawne is worth an historye
109.H04.005 by a%A worse painter ma%Ade; And w%5th%6out pride
109.H04.006 When by thy iudgment they are dignified
109.H04.007 my lines are such; tis the preheminence
109.H04.008 Of ffreindship; onely to impute excellence
109.H04.009 England to whom we owe what we be, and haue
109.H04.010 Sad, that her sonnes did seeke a%A forraigne graue
109.H04.011 (ffor ffates, or ffortunes drifts none can soothsaie%Y)%Z
109.H04.012 honour, and miserie haue one face, and waie)
109.H04.013 ffrom out her pregnant entrailes sigh'd a%A wynde
109.H04.014 w%5c%6h at th' aires middle marble roome did finde
109.H04.015 such strange resistance that it selfe it threwe,
109.H04.016 downeward againe, and soe when it did viewe
109.H04.017 howe in the port our ffleete deere tyme did leese
109.H04.018 withering like prisoners w%5c%6h lye but for ffees,
109.H04.019 mildely it kist our sailes, and fresh, and sweete
109.H04.020 As to a stomacke starude, whose insides meete [CW:meate]
109.H04.021 meate comes, yt came, and swole our sailes, when we [f.15]
109.H04.022 Soe ioyde as Sara her swelling ioy'ed to see,
109.H04.023 But t'was but soe kinde as our Countrymen
109.H04.024 w%5ch%6 bring ffrends one daies way, and leaue them then,
109.H04.025 Then like two mighty kings, w%5c%6 dwelling farre
109.H04.026 a sunder, meete against a%A third to warre
109.H04.027 The South, and west wyndes ioynd, and as they blewe
109.H04.028 waves like a rowling trench before them threwe 
109.H04.029 Sooner then yo%5u%6 read this line did the gale
109.H04.030 like shott, not feard till felt, our sailes assayle
109.H04.031 And what at first was calld a gust, the same
109.H04.032 Hath nowe a storme's anon a tempests name
109.H04.033 Ionas I pitty thee, and curse those men
109.H04.034 who when the storme rag'de most, did wake thee then,
109.H04.035 Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fullfill#.#.#.
109.H04.036 all offices of death, except to kill,
109.H04.037 But when I wak'd I sawe that I sawe not
109.H04.038 I, and the Sun w%5ch%6 should teach me, had forgott
109.H04.039 East, west, day, night, and I could but saye
109.H04.040 If the world had lasted nowe it had bin daye,
109.H04.041 Thousandes our noises were, yet we 'mongst all
109.H04.042 Could none by his right name but Thunder call
109.H04.043 Lightning was all our light, and it rained more
109.H04.044 Then if the Sun had drunck the Sea before
109.H04.045 Some coffind in their Cabbins lye; equallye
109.H04.046 greeud that they are not dead, and yet must dye
109.H04.047 And as sin-burthened so>u<les from graues will creeepe
109.H04.048 at the last daye; some forth their Cabbins peepe
109.H04.049 and tremblinglie doe ask what newes, & doe heare soe
109.H04.050 like iealous husbandes w%5t%6 they would not knowe
109.H04.051 Some sitting on the hatches, would seeme there
109.H04.052 w%5th%6 hideous gazing to feare away feare
109.H04.053 There note they the shippes sicknesses, The Mast
109.H04.054 Shak'd w%5t%6h this Ague, and the Hold, and Waste
109.H04.055 w%5th%6 a%A salt dropsie cloggd, and all our tacklinges [f.15v]
109.H04.056 snapping like to[var:>>too<<] high,[var:>>-<<] strecht treble stringes
109.H04.057 And from our tatterd sailes ragges drop downe soe
109.H04.058 As from one hang'de in chaines a yeere agoe
109.H04.059 Euen our Ordinance plac'd for our defence
109.H04.060 striue to breake loose, and scape away from thence,
109.H04.061 Pumping hath tir'de our men, and whats the gayne?
109.H04.062 Seas into seas throwne we sucke in againe
109.H04.063 Hearing hath deaff'd our Saylors, and if they
109.H04.064 knew howe to heare, theres none knewe what to saie
109.H04.065 Compard to theis stormes, death is but a%A qua%Alme
109.H04.066 Hell somewhat lightsome, and the Bermuda calme,
109.H04.067 darknes, lights elder brother, his birthright
109.H04.068 Claymes or'e this world, and to heau'n hath chas'd light
109.H04.069 All thinges are one, and that one none can be
109.H04.070 Since all formes vniforme deformitie
109.H04.071 doth cover, Soe that we, except god saye
109.H04.072 another fiat, shall haue noe more daye
109.H04.073 Soe violent, yet long these Furies be
109.H04.074 That though thine absence sterue me, I wish not thee;
109.H04.0SS Finis
109.H04.0$$ ID %1in margin near HE; ellipsis in margin at l.1%2