IDENTILIN$$  F109H06||Storm|O'Flahertie ms., Eng 966.5|pp. 233-36\JSC\mf\7-15-98\P:DF\o\3-23-01\C:JSC\4-23-01
109.H06.HE1  %XTo M.%5r%6 Christopher Brooke from/ %Xthe Island voyage with the E[.] of Essex/ %XThe Storme
109.H06.001  Thou w.%5ch%6 art I, (tis nothing to bee so)
109.H06.002  Thou w.%5ch%6 art still thy selfe by this shalt knowe [CW:Part]
109.H06.003  Part of our passage, and a hand or eye [p.234]
109.H06.004  By Hylliard drawne, is worth a history
109.H06.005  By a worse paynter >%Vmade<%Ydrawne%Z, And, without pride,
109.H06.006  When by thy Iudgement they ar dignifyd
109.H06.007  My lines ar such. Tis the preheminence
109.H06.008  Of frindship only t'impute excellence.
109.H06.009  England, to whome wee owe what wee bee and haue,
109.H06.010  Sad that her sonnes did seeke a forraigne graue
109.H06.011  (ffor fates or fortunes drifts none can soothsay
109.H06.012  Hono%5r%6 and misery haue one face, one way.)
109.H06.013  ffrom out her pregnant entrayles sight a wind
109.H06.014  W.%5ch%6 at th' Ayres middle marble roome did find
109.H06.015  Such strong resistance that itselfe it threw
109.H06.016  Downeward agayne, And so when it did view
109.H06.017  How in the Port our Fleete deare time did leese
109.H06.018  Wythering like prisoners who lye but for fees
109.H06.019  Mildly it kissed our sayles, and fresh and sweete
109.H06.020  As to a stomack steru'd, whose insides meete
109.H06.021  Meate come, it came, and swelld our sayles; when %V(wee
109.H06.022  So ioyd as Sara her swelling ioyd to see.
109.H06.023  But t'was but so kind as our countrymen
109.H06.024  Who bring frinds one dayes way, and leaue them then.
109.H06.025  Then like two mighty kings, w%5ch%6, dwelling far
109.H06.026  Asunder, meete agaynst a third to warre
109.H06.027  The South and West winds ioynd, and as they blew,
109.H06.028  Waues like a rowling trench before them threw
109.H06.029  Sooner then yo%5u%6 reade this line did the Gale
109.H06.030  Like shot not feard till felt our sayles assayle [CW:And#what___]
109.H06.031  And what at first was calld a Gust, the same [p.235]
109.H06.032  Hath now a Stormes, anon a Tempests name.
109.H06.033  Ionas, I pitty thee, and curse those men
109.H06.034  Who, when the storme rag'd most, did wake thee \(then
109.H06.035  (Sleepe is paynes easiest Salue, and doth fulfill
109.H06.036  All offices of death, except to kill)
109.H06.037  But when |I| wak'd, I saw that I saw not
109.H06.038  I, and the Sunne w%5ch%6 should teach mee, had forgot
109.H06.039  East, West, day night, And I could then but say
109.H06.040  If the world had lasted yet, it had bin daye.
109.H06.041  Thousands our noyses were, yet wee, 'mongst all,
109.H06.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call.
109.H06.043  Lightning was all our light, and it raynd more
109.H06.044  Then if the Sunn had drunk the Sea before.
109.H06.045  Some coffind in theyr Cabbins lye, ae%Lqually
109.H06.046  Greeu'd that they are not dead, and yet must dye.
109.H06.047  And as Sinn-burdend Soules from Graues will creepe
109.H06.048  At the last day; some forth theyr Cabbins peepe,
109.H06.049  And, trembling, aske what newes, and do heare so
109.H06.050  As iealous husbands what they would not knowe
109.H06.051  Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.H06.052  With hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.H06.053  The%Jre%K[var:The>n<] note they the shipps sicknesses; the mast
109.H06.054  Shakd with an Ague, and the hold and wast
109.H06.055  With a salt Dropsy cloggd, and all our tacklings
109.H06.056  Snapping, like to too high stretchd Treble strings
109.H06.057  And from our tatterd sayles raggs dropp downe so
109.H06.058  As from one hung in chaynes a yeare agoe.
109.H06.059  Yea even our Ordnance plac'd for our defence
109.H06.060  Striues to breake loose and scape away from thence [CW:Pumping___]
109.H06.061  Pumping hath tyr'd our men, And what's the gayne? [p.236]
109.H06.062  Seas into Seas throwne wee suck in agayne.
109.H06.063  Hearing hath deaf'd our Saylers, and if they
109.H06.064  Knewe how to heare there's none knowes what to say
109.H06.065  Compard with these stormes death is but a qualme
109.H06.066  Hell somewhat lightsome, the Bermudas calme.
109.H06.067  Darknesse, Lights elder brother, his birthright
109.H06.068  Claymes o're the world, and to heauen hath chasd light
109.H06.069  All things are one, and that one none can bee
109.H06.070  Since all formes vniforme deformity
109.H06.071  Doth couer. So that wee, except God say
109.H06.072  Another Fiat, shall haue no more day
109.H06.073  So long, %Jbut%K[var:>%5yet%6<] vyolent, these furyes bee
109.H06.074  That, though thy Absence sterue mee, I wishe not thee.
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