IDENTILIN$$ F109H08|Storm|Utterson ms., Eng. 966.7|ff. 13v-14v|KJH\mf\6-28-94\P:DF\o\3-16-01\C:JSC\4-16-01 109.H08.HE1 %XA Storme. per I.D. 109.H08.001 Thou w%5ch%6 art I; (tis nothing to be soe) 109.H08.002 Thou w%5ch%6 art still thyselfe by these shalt know 109.H08.003 Part of o%5r%6 passage; & a hand or eye 109.H08.004 by Hilliurd drawne is worth an history 109.H08.005 by a worse painter made: And without pride 109.H08.006 when by thy iudgm%5t%6 they are dignifyde 109.H08.007 My lines are such. Tis the preheminence 109.H08.008 of freindshipp only to impute excellence. 109.H08.009 England to whom we owe what e're we bee & haue 109.H08.010 Sadd that her sonnes did seeke a forraine graue 109.H08.011 (for Fates, or Fortunes gifts none can soothsay, 109.H08.012 Honour & misery haue one face, one way) 109.H08.013 from out her pregnant entrailes sighd a winde 109.H08.014 w%5ch%6 at th' ayres middle marble roome did finde 109.H08.015 Such strong resistance, that itselfe it threw 109.H08.016 downewards againe. And soe when it did veiw 109.H08.017 How in the port o%5r%6 fleet deare tyme did leese 109.H08.018 withering like prisoners w%5ch%6 lye but for fees 109.H08.019 Mildely it kissd our sailes, & fresh & sweete 109.H08.020 As to a stomack starued, whose insides meete, 109.H08.021 Meat comes, it came, & swell'd our sailes, when wee 109.H08.022 So ioyd, as Sara her swelling ioy'd to see. 109.H08.023 But t'was but soe kinde, as are Countrymen, 109.H08.024 w%5ch%6 bring freinds one dayes way, & leaue them then: 109.H08.025 Then like two mighty Kings w%5ch%6 /[dwelling farre 109.H08.026 Asunder, meete against a third to warre; [f.14] 109.H08.027 The South & west windes ioyne, & as they blew 109.H08.028 Windes like a rowling trench before them threw; 109.H08.029 Sooner then you read this line did the gale 109.H08.030 Like shott not fear'd till felt our sayles assayle; 109.H08.031 And what at first was calld a guste the same 109.H08.032 hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name. 109.H08.033 Ionas I pitty thee, & curse those men 109.H08.034 who, when the storme rag'de most, did wake thee then. 109.H08.035 Sleepe is paynes easyest salue, & doth fulfill 109.H08.036 all offices of death, except to kill. 109.H08.037 But when I wak'd I saw that I saw not, 109.H08.038 I, & the Sun (w%5ch%6 should teach mee) had forgott 109.H08.039 East, west, day, night: And I now could but say 109.H08.040 if th' world had lasted still, it had been day. 109.H08.041 Thousand our noises were, yet we 'mongst all 109.H08.042 Could none by his right name but Thunder call: 109.H08.043 Lightning was all our light, & it rain'd more 109.H08.044 then if the Sun had drunke the Sea before: 109.H08.045 Some coffind in their Cabbines lye; equally 109.H08.046 greiu'd that they are not dead, & yet must dye. 109.H08.047 And (as sinne=burthend soules from graues will creepe 109.H08.048 at the last day) some forth their Cabbines peepe; 109.H08.049 And trembling ask what newes: & doe heare soe 109.H08.050 As iealous husbands, what they would not know. 109.H08.051 Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there 109.H08.052 with hideous gazing to feare away feare; 109.H08.053 Then note they'the shipps sicknes; The maste 109.H08.054 Shakd with this ague, & the hould & waste 109.H08.055 with a salt-dropsy cloggd, & all our tacklings 109.H08.056 Snapping in two like high-stretchd trebble strings 109.H08.057 And from our tatter'd sayles raggs dropt downe soe, [f.14v] 109.H08.058 As from one hang'd in chaynes a yeare agoe: 109.H08.059 Yea euen our Ordinance plac'd for our defence 109.H08.060 Striud to breake loose, & scape away from thence; 109.H08.061 Pumping hath tyr'de our men, & what's the gayne? 109.H08.062 Seas into seas throwne we suck in againe. 109.H08.063 Heareing hath deafd our Sailers; & if they 109.H08.064 Knew how to heare, there's none knowes w%5t%6 to say. 109.H08.065 Compar'd to these stormes death is but a qualme, 109.H08.066 Hell somewhat lightsome, y%5e%6 Burmudos calme. 109.H08.067 Darknes lights elder brother his birthright 109.H08.068 claymes o're the world, & to heauen hath chac'd light, 109.H08.069 All things are one, & that one none can bee, 109.H08.070 Since all formes vniforme deformity 109.H08.071 doth couer. So that we (except god say 109.H08.072 Another Fiat) shall haue noe more day. 109.H08.073 Soe violent yet long these ffuryes bee 109.H08.074 That, though thy absence starue mee, I wish not thee. 109.H08.0SS [scribal flower] 109.H08.0$$ %1No ind; FYI: filling up the bottom 40% of the page (was blank but for the flower), in a different ink & larger hand (neither the scribal italic nor secretary, but possibly the scribe's--modernish except for "e" & long "s"):%2 Thomas Turn[er][wr. over flower] /his Book 1758 /The Lo[faded] of heaven /upon him Look and nih[faded] /his passing belle [l]oth [this] /The Lord of heauen Re[faded] his Soul 175[0]