IDENTILIN$$  F109P03|Storm|Heneage ms.|f. 13r-v|T:EWS\o\7-8-83;P:7-9-83\FM:JSC\hwt\10-21-96\P:EWS\hwt\summer'05\C:JSC\12-18-05
109.P03.HE1  %XA Storme.|
109.P03.001  Thou which art I: tis nothinge to be soe
109.P03.002  thou which art still thy selfe by these shalt knowe
109.P03.003  part of our passage, and a hand or eye
109.P03.004  by Hilliard drawne is worth a historie
109.P03.005  by a worse painter made, and without pride
109.P03.006  (when by thy judgment they are dignified)
109.P03.007  my lines are such. tis the preheminece[sic]
109.P03.008  of freindshippe onely to impute excellence.
109.P03.009  England to whome we owe, what we be and haue,
109.P03.010  Sadd that her sonnes did seeke a forraine graue
109.P03.011  (for fates or fortunnes gifts none can soothsaye
109.P03.012  honnor, and miserie, haue one face, one waye)
109.P03.013  from out her pregnant entrailes sight >%Yout%Z< a wind
109.P03.014  which at the ayres middle marble roome did find
109.P03.015  such stronge resistance, that it selfe it threwe
109.P03.016  downewards againe, and soe when it did veiw,
109.P03.017  howe our fleet in the Port, deere time did leese
109.P03.018  witheringe like prisonners which ly but for fees,
109.P03.019  mildly it kist our sayles, and fresh, and sweet,
109.P03.020  (as to a stomach staru'd whose insides meet
109.P03.021  meat comes) it came, and swole our sayles when we
109.P03.022  soe [sic]joyed, as Sara her swellinge joy'd to see,
109.P03.023  but t'was but soe kind as are our contrymen
109.P03.024  who brings freinds one days way, and leaues them then.
109.P03.025  then like two mighty kings who dwellinge farre
109.P03.026  a sonder meet againest a third to warre
109.P03.027  the South and West wind joyne, and as they blew
109.P03.028  waues like a rooleinge trench before them threw.
109.P03.029  Sooner then you read this line, did the gale
109.P03.030  like shott not fear'd till felt our Sailes assaile
109.P03.031  and what at first was calld a gust the same
109.P03.032  hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name.
109.P03.033  Ionas I pitty thee and curse those men
109.P03.034  who (when the storme rag'd most) did wake thee then
109.P03.035  sleep is paines easyest Salue, and doth fullfill
109.P03.036  all offices of death except to kill.
109.P03.037  but when I wakt I saw that I saw not
109.P03.038  I and the sunne, which should teach me had forgott
109.P03.039  East, west, day, night, and I could but saye
109.P03.040  %YIt%Z#if the world had lasted now it had beene daye [CW:om
109.P03.041  thousands our noyses were, yett we mongst all [f.13v
109.P03.042  could none by his right name but thunder call
109.P03.043  lightinge[sic] was all our light and it rayned more
109.P03.044  then if the sunne had drunke the sea before.
109.P03.045  Some coffen'd in their cabbens ly equally
109.P03.046  greiu'd that they are not dead yett must dye.
109.P03.047  and as sunne-burnt Soules from graue[sic] will creepe
109.P03.048  at the last daye: Some forth their cabbins peepe
109.P03.049  and tremblinge aske, what newes? and doe heare soe
109.P03.050  as Iealous husbands what they would not knowe.
109.P03.051  some sittinge on the hatches would seeme theere
109.P03.052  with hideous gazeinge to feare awaye feare.
109.P03.053  then note [om] the shipps sicknes. the mast
109.P03.054  shakt with this ague and hold, and wast
109.P03.055  with a salt dropsie clog'd and all our tacklinges
109.P03.056  snappinge like to hy %Ytreble%Z stretched treble stringes.
109.P03.057  and from our totterd sayles rags drop downe soe
109.P03.058  as from one hang'd in chaines a yeare agoe.
109.P03.059  euen our ordenance plac'd for our defence
109.P03.060  striue to breake loose and scappe awaye from thence.
109.P03.061  pumpinge hath tir'd our men and whats the gaine
109.P03.062  Seas to seas throwne we sucke in againe.
109.P03.063  heareinge hath deaft our saylers, and if they
109.P03.064  knewe how to heare, thers none knows what to saye
109.P03.065  compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme
109.P03.066  Hell somewhat lightsome and the Burmodes calme
109.P03.067  darknes, lights elder brother, his births-right
109.P03.068  claimes ore the world, and to heauen hath chased light
109.P03.069  all thinges are one and that one none can bee
109.P03.070  since all formes vniforme deformitie
109.P03.071  doth couer, soe that we except god saye>%Ys%Z<
109.P03.072  another Fiat shall haue noe more daye
109.P03.073  soe longe but violent these furies bee
109.P03.074  that though thine %Yabseuc%Z#absence starue me I wish not thee
109.P03.0SS  %XThus ends the Storme.
109.P03.0$$  No ind; file made from EWS's hand transcription; HE centered or ind ca. 5 sps