IDENTILIN$$ F109NY1|Storm|Cave ms.|pp. 38-40\kjh\mf\7-2-94\P:EWS 4-7-95; TLP 4-8-95\o\C:JSC '95; 10-00\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.NY1.HE1 %XTHE STORME /%X%1To S%5r%6 Basill Brooke.%2
109.NY1.001 Thou w%5c%6h arte I ('tis nothing to be soe)
109.NY1.002 Thou w%5c%6h art still thyselfe, by theise shalt knowe
109.NY1.003 Part of passage; and a hand or eie
109.NY1.004 By %1Hilliard%2 drawne, is worth an historie
109.NY1.005 By a worse painter made; and w%5t%6hout pride
109.NY1.006 When by thy iudgment they are dignyfi'd
109.NY1.007 My lines are such; 'Tis the preheminence
109.NY1.008 Of freindshipp only to impute excellence.
109.NY1.009 %1England%2 to whome we owe w%5t%6 we be and haue
109.NY1.010 Sad that her sonns did seeke a forraine graue,
109.NY1.011 (For fates & fortunes drifts none can soothsay
109.NY1.012 Hono%5r%6 and misery haue one face and way)
109.NY1.013 From out her pregnant entrayles sigh'd a wind
109.NY1.014 w%5c%6h at the ayres mid'st marble roome did find
109.NY1.015 Such stronge resistance, that itselfe it threw
109.NY1.016 Downward againe; and soe when it did veiwe
109.NY1.017 How in the porte o%5r%6 fleete deer tyme did leese
109.NY1.018 withering like prisoners w%5c%6h lay but for fees.
109.NY1.019 Mildly it kist our sayles; & fresh & sweete
109.NY1.020 As to a stomacke steru'd whose insides meet
109.NY1.021 Meate comes it came & swell'd o%5r%6 sayles: when wee
109.NY1.022 So ioy'd as %1Sara%2 her swelling ioy'd to see.
109.NY1.023 But 'twas but so kind as o%5r%6 countrimen
109.NY1.024 Who bringe freinds one dayes way & leaue them then.
109.NY1.025 Then like to mighty Kings, w%5c%6h dwelling farr
109.NY1.026 asunder meet against a third to warr [CW:The#south]
109.NY1.027 The south and west windes ioyn'd; and as they blewe [p.39]
109.NY1.028 Waues like a rolling trench before them threwe.
109.NY1.029 Soon%5r%6 then yo%5w%6 reade this line did the gale
109.NY1.030 Like shott not fear'd till felt, o%5r%6 sayles assayle.
109.NY1.031 And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
109.NY1.032 Hath now a stormes, anone a tempests name
109.NY1.033 %1Ionas%2 I pittie thee & curse those men
109.NY1.034 Who when the storme rag'd most did wake thee then
109.NY1.035 Sleepe is paynes easiest salue, and doth fulfill
109.NY1.036 All offices of death excepte to kill.
109.NY1.037 But when I wak'd I saw that I saw not
109.NY1.038 I and the sun w%5c%6h should teach me had forgott
109.NY1.039 East, west, day, night, and I could but say
109.NY1.040 If the world lasted now it had been day.
109.NY1.041 Thousands o%5r%6 noyses were, yet we 'mongst all
109.NY1.042 Could none by his right name but thunder call.
109.NY1.043 Lightning was all o%5r%6 lighte; and it rayn'd more
109.NY1.044 Then if the sun had drunke the sea before.
109.NY1.045 Some coffin'd in theire cabines lye, equally
109.NY1.046 Greiu'd that they are not dead, & yet must die.
109.NY1.047 And as sinnburdned soules from graues will creep
109.NY1.048 At the last day, some forth theire cabins peepe
109.NY1.049 And trembling aske w%5t%6 newes; and doe heare soe
109.NY1.050 Like ielouse husbands w%5t%6 they would not knowe
109.NY1.051 Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.NY1.052 With hidiouse gazing, to feare away feare.
109.NY1.053 Then noate they the shipps sicknesses the maste [CW:Shak'd]
109.NY1.054 Shak'd w%5t%6h this ague; and the hold and waste [p.40]
109.NY1.055 with a salt dropsie clogg'd, and all o%5r%6 tacklings
109.NY1.056 Snapping like too high=streach'd treble strings.
109.NY1.057 And from o%5r%6 tatter'd sayles, raggs drop downe soe
109.NY1.058 As from one hang'd in chaynes a yeare agoe.
109.NY1.059 Euen o%5r%6 ordinance placed for our defence
109.NY1.060 Striue to breake loose & scape away from thence.
109.NY1.061 Pumpinge hath tyr'd o%5r%6 men, and what's the gayne?
109.NY1.062 Seas into seas throwne we sucke in againe.
109.NY1.063 Hearing hath deaf'd o%5r%6 saylers, & if they
109.NY1.064 Know how to heare ther's none knowes w%5t%6 to say.
109.NY1.065 Compar'd to these stormes, Death is but aque%>a#>qualme<
109.NY1.066 Hell somewhat lightsome & the %1Bermuda's%2 calme
109.NY1.067 Darknesse lights elder broth%5r%6, his birth right
109.NY1.068 Claymes ore the world, & to heauen hath chas'd light.
109.NY1.069 All things are one, & that one none can bee
109.NY1.070 Since all formes, vniforme deformitye
109.NY1.071 Doth couer, so that we except god say
109.NY1.072 Anoth%5r%6 %1fiat%2, >%Vwe< shall haue noe more day
109.NY1.073 So violent yet long these furies be
109.NY1.074 That though thine absence sterues mee I wish not thee.|.
109.NY1.0SS %1Finis%2 %1The%2 %1Storme%2 /%1Io: Donn%2. /[whirlwind flourish]
109.NY1.0$$ %1Numbered every 5 ll. by scribe; running head%2: %1The Storme.%2