IDENTILIN$$ F109O16|Storm|ms. Eng. poet. e.14\ff. 41-42\JSC\mf\1-25-95\P:EWS\o\6-28-95\C:JSC\'95;7-19-01 109.O16.HE1 D: Dun: description of a storme in y%5e%6 Island voyage /%X1597. sent to M%5r%6: Chr: Brooke. 109.O16.001 Thow, w%5ch%6 art I, 'tis nothing to be soe. 109.O16.002 Thow w%5ch%6 art still thy selfe, by this, shall know 109.O16.003 Part of o%5r%6 Passage; and a hand or Eye 109.O16.004 By Hilliard drawne, is worth a History 109.O16.005 By a worse Painter made: & without Pride 109.O16.006 When by thy Iudgment they are dignifyde 109.O16.007 My Lines are such: Tis y%5e%6 preheminence 109.O16.008 Of freindship, only, to impute excellence 109.O16.009 England (mother of vs & what we have) 109.O16.010 Sad y%5t%6 her sonns did seeke a forreine Grave 109.O16.011 (For Fates or Fortunes drifts, none can sooth-say 109.O16.012 Honor & Misery have one Face, one way) 109.O16.013 From owt Her pregnant intrayles sight a wind 109.O16.014 Wch, at y%5e%6 Ayers middle marble roome, did find 109.O16.015 Such stronge resistance, y%5t%6 itselfe, it threw 109.O16.016 Downewards agayne; & so when it did view 109.O16.017 How in o%5r%6 Ports our Fleet deare tyme did leese 109.O16.018 (waiting, like Prisoners, wch lay but for Fees) 109.O16.019 Mildly it kiss'd o%5r%6 sayles, & fresh & sweete 109.O16.020 (As to a stomack starved, whose In-sydes meete 109.O16.021 Meates come) it came; & swelld o%5r%6 sayles, when we 109.O16.022 So ioyd, as Sarah, her swelling ioyed to see. 109.O16.023 But, twas but so kind, as o'r kind Cowntrymen 109.O16.024 Who bring freinds, one day's way, & leave then[sic] then: 109.O16.025 Then (like two mighty kings, who dwelling far 109.O16.026 Asunder, meete agaynst y%5e%6 third to war 109.O16.027 The Sowth, & West, winds, ioyned; & as they blew [f.41v] 109.O16.028 Waves, like a rowling Trench before them threw. 109.O16.029 Sooner then these Lines read, y%5e%6 boisterous Gales 109.O16.030 Like Shott, not feard, till felt, o%5r%6 Sayles, assayles 109.O16.031 And w%5t%6 at first a Gust was calld, y%5e%6 same 109.O16.032 Hath now a storme, anon, a Tempests name: 109.O16.033 Ionah, I pitty thee, & curse those Men 109.O16.034 Who, when y%5e%6 storme raged most, did wake thee then; 109.O16.035 Sleepe, is Paynes easiest Slave, & doth fullfill 109.O16.036 All Offices of Death, except to kill. 109.O16.037 But when I wak'd, I saw, y%5t%6 I saw not 109.O16.038 I, & y%5e%6 Sun, wch tawght me, had forgott 109.O16.039 East, West, Day, Night; & I could then, but say 109.O16.040 If y%5e%6 world had lasted yet, it had beene Day: 109.O16.041 Thowsands o%5r%6 Noises were; yet we 'mongst all 109.O16.042 Cowld none by his right name, but Thunder call: 109.O16.043 Lightning was all o%5r%6 Light; & it raind more 109.O16.044 Then if y%5e%6 Sun, had drunke y%5e%6 Sea before. 109.O16.045 Some Coffind in theyr Cabbins lye, equally 109.O16.046 Greived, y%5t%6 they were not dead, & yet must dye; 109.O16.047 And as Sin-burdned-Sowles, from Graves, do creepe 109.O16.048 At y%5e%6 last day, some forth theyr Cabbins, peepe; 109.O16.049 And trembling, aske, w%5t%6 Newes? & doe heare, so 109.O16.050 Like Iealous Husbands, w%5t%6 they wold not know. 109.O16.051 Some sitting on y%5e%6 Hatches, wold seeme there 109.O16.052 With hideous gazing to affright Pale Feare: 109.O16.053 Then, note they, y%5e%6 Ships sicknesses: The Mast 109.O16.054 Shak'd with an Ague; & y%5e%6 hold, & wast 109.O16.055 With a salt t%>>D