IDENTILIN$$  F109O20|Storm|MS Eng. poet. e.99|ff. 30v-31v\GL\P:EWS\o\6-16-93\C:JSC\'95;11-21-00
109.O20.0HE  %XThe Storme. To M%5r%6 Chr: Brooke.
109.O20.001  Thou w%5ch%6 art I, (t'is Nothing to bee soe)
109.O20.002  Thou w%5ch%6 art still thyselfe, by these shall knowe
109.O20.003  Part of our Passages, and a hand or Eye
109.O20.004  By Hylierd drawne, is worth an Historye
109.O20.005  By a worse Painter made; And w%5th%6out Pride,
109.O20.006  When by thy Iudgment, they are dignifyed,
109.O20.007  My lines are such; T'is the Preheminence
109.O20.008  Of frendship only to impute Excellence;
109.O20.009  England to whom wee owe, what wee bee, & haue,
109.O20.010  Sad that her Sonnes did seeke a forrayne Graue.
109.O20.011  (For Fates, or fortunes drifts, none can soothsaye)
109.O20.012  Honor and Miserye haue One face and way.
109.O20.013  From out her pregnant Intrayles sighd a wind,
109.O20.014  W%5ch%6 at the Ayres midle Marble roome did find
109.O20.015  Such strong resistance, that itselfe it threwe
109.O20.016  Downeward agayne, and so when it did viewe
109.O20.109  How in the Porte, our Fleete deare time did leese,
109.O20.018  Withering like Prisoners, w%5ch%6 lye but for fees;
109.O20.019  Mildly it kist our Sayles, and fresh and sweete
109.O20.020  As to a Stomacke steru'd, whose insides meete
109.O20.021  Meate comes, it came; And swole our Sayles, when wee
109.O20.022  So ioyde, as Sara her swelling ioyde to see.
109.O20.023  But t'was but so kind as our Countryme%M [CW:om]
109.O20.109  W%5ch%6 bring frindes one dayes way, and leaues them then. [31]
109.O20.025  Then like two mightye Kings, w%5ch%6 dwelling farr
109.O20.026  Asunder, meets agaynst a Third, to warr.
109.O20.027  The South and West windes ioynde, and as they blewe 
109.O20.028  Waues like a rolling trench before them threwe.
109.O20.029  Sooner then you read thys line, did the gale
109.O20.030  Like Shott, not feard, till felt, our Sayles assayle.
109.O20.031  And what at first was call'd a Gust, the same
109.O20.032  Hath now a Stormes, anon a Tempests Name.
109.O20.033  Ionas, I Pitty Thee, and Curse those men,
109.O20.034  Who when the Storme rag'd most, did wake thee then.
109.O20.035  Sleepe is Paynes easyest Salue, and doth fullfill
109.O20.036  All Offices of Death, except to kill.
109.O20.037  But when I wakt, I sawe, that I sawe not.
109.O20.038  I, and the Sunne, w%5ch%6 shold teach mee, had forgott
109.O20.039  East, West, Day, Night; And I shold say
109.O20.040  Yf the worlde had lasted, now it had bin Day.
109.O20.041  Thousands our Noyses were, yett wee mongst all
109.O20.042  Cold none by hys right Name, but Thunder call.
109.O20.043  Lightning was all our Light, and it raynd more,
109.O20.044  Then if the Sunne had druncke the Sea before.
109.O20.045  Some Coffind in theyre Cabines lye, equally
109.O20.046  Grieud that they are not dead, and yett must Dye.
109.O20.047  And as Sinn%Yd%Z burdned Soules from Graues will creepe,
109.O20.048  At the last day, some forth theyre Cabbines peepe.
109.O20.049  And tremblingly aske, what newes, and doe heare soe
109.O20.050  Like Iealous husbands, what they wold not knowe.
109.O20.051  Some sitting on the hatches, wold seeme there [CW:om]
109.O20.052  W%5th%6 hideous gazing to feare away feare. [31v]
109.O20.053  Then note the Ships Sicknesses, the Maste
109.O20.054  Shak'd w%5th%6 thys Ague, and the holde, and waste
109.O20.055  W%5th%6 a Salt dropsye clog'd, and all our tacklings
109.O20.056  Snapping, like to highe stretch'd treble stringes.
109.O20.057  And from our totter'd Sayles raggs drop downe soe,
109.O20.058  As from One hang'd in Chaynes a yeare agoe.
109.O20.059  Euen our Ordinance placed for our defence
109.O20.060  Striue to breake loose, and scape away from thence.
109.O20.061  Pumping hath tyr'd our men, and what's the Gayne?
109.O20.062  Seas into Seas throwne, wee sucke in agayne.
109.O20.063  Hearing hath deaf'd our Saylers, and if they%Yknew%Z
109.O20.064  Knew how to heare, there's none knowes what to say.
109.O20.065  Compard to these stormes, Death is but a Qualme,
109.O20.066  Hell somwhat lightsome, and the Bermuda calme.
109.O20.067  Darknes, lights Elder brother, hys Birthright
109.O20.068  Claymes ore thys worlde, and to Heauen hath chasd light.
109.O20.069  All thinges are One, and that One none can bee,
109.O20.070  Since all formes Vniforme Deformitye
109.O20.071  Doth Couer, Soe that, except God say
109.O20.072  Another Fiat, wee shall haue no more day.
109.O20.073  So Violent, yett long these Furyes bee,
109.O20.074  That though thyne Absence sterue mee; I wish not Thee.
109.O20.0SS  [long slash at RM]
109.O20.0$$  %1No ind;%2 p. 144 %1in a 2nd hand & ink at left of HE; orig. foliation 
in scribal ink; modern, penciled foliation at bottom center of f. 31 is%2 35