IDENTILIN$$  F109NY3|Storm|Westmoreland MS\f. 24r-v\GL\P:TJS\o\9-21-95\C:JSC\'95;11-14-00\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.NY3.0HE  [LM]To M%5r%6 C. B.| 
109.NY3.001  Thou, w%5ch%6 art I, (tis nothing to be so),
109.NY3.002  Thou w%5ch%6 art still thy selfe, by these shalt know
109.NY3.003  Part of o%5r%6 passage; and a hand or ey
109.NY3.004  By Hilliard drawne, is worth a history
109.NY3.005  By a worse painter made; And w%5th%6out pryde
109.NY3.006  When by thy iudgment they are dignifyde
109.NY3.007  My Lines are such; tis the preheminence
109.NY3.008  Of frindship only to'impute excellence.
109.NY3.009  England, to'whom we owe, what we be & haue
109.NY3.010  Sad, y%5t%6 her Sonnes did seeke a forreigne graue
109.NY3.011  (for Fates or Fortunes drifts none can soothsay
109.NY3.012  Honor & Misery haue one face & way)
109.NY3.013  From out her pregnant intralls sigh'd a wind
109.NY3.014  w%5ch%6 at th'aires middle marble roome did find
109.NY3.015  Such Strong resistance, y%5t%6 it selfe it threw
109.NY3.016  Downward agayne; & so when it did view
109.NY3.017  How in y%5e%6 Port o%5r%6 fleete deare time did le%Ye%Zse
109.NY3.018  Withering Like prisoners w%5ch%6 ly but for fees,
109.NY3.019  Mildly it kist o%5r%6 Sayles; & fresh & sweete
109.NY3.020  As to a Stomack stervd, whose ind%>in>s<ides meete
109.NY3.021  Meat comes, it came; & swole o%5r%6 Sayles, when wee
109.NY3.022  So ioyd, as Sara her swelling ioy'd to see.
109.NY3.023  But t'was but so kind as o%5r%6 Cuntrymen
109.NY3.024  w%5ch%6 bring frinds one days way, & leaue the%M then.
109.NY3.025  Then, Like two mighty kings, w%5ch%6 dwelling farr
109.NY3.026  asunder, meete against a third to warr
109.NY3.027  The South, & West winds ioyn'd; & as they blew
109.NY3.028  Waues like a rolling trench before them threw.
109.NY3.029  Sooner then you read this Line, did y%5e%6 gale
109.NY3.030  Like Shott, not feard till felt, o%5r%6 Sayles assayle.
109.NY3.031  And what at first was call'd a Gust, y%5e%6 same
109.NY3.032  Hath now a Stormes, anon a Tempests name.
109.NY3.033  Ionas I pitty thee, & curse those men
109.NY3.034  Who when the Storme rag'd most, did wake thee then.
109.NY3.035  Sleepe is paynes easiest salue, and doth fullfill
109.NY3.036  All Offices of death, except to kill. [CW:om]
109.NY3.037  But when I wakd, I saw y%5t%6 I saw not: [24v]
109.NY3.038  I, & the Sun, w%5ch%6 should teach me, had forgott
109.NY3.039  East, West, Day, Night; & I could but say
109.NY3.040  If the world had lasted, now it had beene day.
109.NY3.041  Thousands o%5r%6 noyses weare, yet we mongst all
109.NY3.042  Could none by his right name, but Thunder call.
109.NY3.043  Lightning was all o%5r%6 Light; & it raind more
109.NY3.044  Then yf the Sun had drunke y%5e%6 Sea before.
109.NY3.045  Some coffin'd in ther cabbins ly, equally
109.NY3.046  Grieud that they are not dead, & yet must dy.
109.NY3.047  And as sin-burdned Soules. from graues will creepe
109.NY3.048  At the Last day, some forth ther cabbens peepe,
109.NY3.049  And tremblingly aske, what newes; & do heare so
109.NY3.050  Like iealous husbands what they would not know.
109.NY3.051  Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.NY3.052  W%5th%6 hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.NY3.053  There note they the Ships Sicknesses; The Mast
109.NY3.054  Shag'd w%5t%6 this Ague, & the Hold and Wast
109.NY3.055  W%5th%6 a salt dropsy clog'd; & all o%5r%6 tacklings
109.NY3.056  Snapping like to'high stretch'd treble Strings.
109.NY3.057  And from o%5r%6 tatterd Sayles raggs dropp downe, so
109.NY3.058  As from one hang'd in Chaines a yeare ago.
109.NY3.059  Eeuen o%5r%6 Ordinance plac'd for our defence
109.NY3.060  Striue to breake loose, and scape away from thence.
109.NY3.061  Pumping hath tyr'd o%5r%6 men; & what's the gaine
109.NY3.062  Seas into Seas throwne we suck in againe.
109.NY3.063  Hearing hath deafd o%5r%6 Saylers; & yf they
109.NY3.064  knew how to heare, ther's none knew what to say.
109.NY3.065  Compar'd to these Stormes, Deathe is but a qualme,
109.NY3.066  Hell somwhat Lightsome, & y%5e%6 Bermuda Calme.
109.NY3.067  Darknes, Lights elder brother, his birthright
109.NY3.068  Claymes ore this World, & to heauen hath chas'd Light.
109.NY3.069  All things are one; & y%5t%6 one none can bee,
109.NY3.070  Since all formes vniforme deformitee
109.NY3.071  Doth cover; So y%5t%6 we, except God say
109.NY3.072  Another Fiat, shall haue no more Day.
109.NY3.073  So violent, yet Long these Furies bee
109.NY3.074  That, though thyne absence Sterve me'I wish not thee.
109.NY3.0SS  [long horiz. slash]
109.NY3.0$$  %1First l. ind ca. 5 sp;%2 p. %1in a 2nd hand under HE, which is 
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