IDENTILIN$$  F109SN3|Storm|Hawthorden ms. XV|ff. 23v-25|T:EWS\o\6-1-83\T,FM:JSC\mf\10-11-96\P:EWS\hwt,mf\6-22-05\C:JSC\12-20-05
109.SN3.HE1  %XThe %1Storme%2
109.SN3.001  Thou which arte I (tis nothing to be so)
109.SN3.002  Thou which arte still thy selfe, by these shalt know
109.SN3.003  Parte of o%5r%6 passage, and a hand or key
109.SN3.004  By Hyllard drawne, is worth an historie
109.SN3.005  By a worse painter made, and (w%5t%6out pryde)
109.SN3.006  When by thy iudgment they are dignified
109.SN3.007  My lines are such, 'tis the preheminence
109.SN3.008  of freindship onlye to impute excellence.
109.SN3.009  England to whom wee owe what wee be and haue,
109.SN3.010  Said that her Sonnes did seeke a forraine Graue
109.SN3.011  (for fates or fortunes drifts none can sooth say
109.SN3.012  Honor and Miserye haue one face and way)
109.SN3.013  from out her pregnant entralles sigh'd a wind
109.SN3.014  Which at the ayres midle marble-roome did find
109.SN3.015  Such strong resistance, that it selfe it threw
109.SN3.016  Downeward againe, and so when it did view
109.SN3.017  How in the port o%5r%6 fleet deare time did leese
109.SN3.018  Withering like prisoners which lie but for fees,
109.SN3.019  Mildlie it kist o%5r%6 Sailes, and fresh and sweet
109.SN3.020  As to a stomoch steru'd whose insydes meet
109.SN3.021  Meate comes, it came, & Sowle[sic] o%5r%6 Sailes, where wee
109.SN3.022  So ioy'd as Sara hir swelling ioyd to see, [CW:om
109.SN3.023  But 'twas but so kind as o%5r%6 countremen [f.24 
109.SN3.024  Which bring frends one Dayes way & leaue the%M then.
109.SN3.025  Then like two mightie kings which meeting farre
109.SN3.026  Asunder, meet aganst a third to warre,
109.SN3.027  The south and waste[sic] winds ioynd, & as they blew
109.SN3.028  Waues like a rolling Trench before them threw:
109.SN3.029  Sooner than you read this line did the Gale
109.SN3.030  Lyke shot, not feard til felt, our sayles assaile,
109.SN3.031  And what at first was calld a Gust, the same
109.SN3.032  Hath now a Stormes anon a Tempests name,
109.SN3.033  Ionas, I pittye thee and curse those men
109.SN3.034  Who when the Storme rag'd most did wake thee then.
109.SN3.035  Sleep is paynes easiest salue, and doth fulfill
109.SN3.036  All offices of Death, except to kill.
109.SN3.037  But when I would I saw what I wai**%>>saw< not
109.SN3.038  I and the Sunne which should teach mee, had forgot
109.SN3.039  East, West, Day, night, and I could >%Vbut< say
109.SN3.040  If the world had lasted, now it had beene Day
109.SN3.041  Thowsands o%5r%6 Noises were, yet wee mongst all
109.SN3.042  could none by his right Name butt thunder call.
109.SN3.043  Lightning was all o%5r%6 light, and it raynd more
109.SN3.044  Than if the Sune had drunke the Sea before. [CW:om
109.SN3.045  Some coffin'd in their Cabbyns lye, equalie [f.24v
109.SN3.046  Greeu'd that they are not dead, & yet must die,
109.SN3.047  And as sinne-burdend Soules from Graues will creep
109.SN3.048  At the last Day, some forth their cabbins peep,
109.SN3.049  And tremblinglie aske what newes, & doe heare so
109.SN3.050  Like iealous Husbands what they would not know.
109.SN3.051  Some sitting on the hatches would seeme there
109.SN3.052  With hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.SN3.053  There note they the Ships sicknesse; the Maste
109.SN3.054  Shakt w%5t%6 this ague, and the hold and wast
109.SN3.055  With a salt dropsye clogd, & all our taklings
109.SN3.056  Snaping like stretched treble Strings,
109.SN3.057  And from our tattred Sayles rags dropt down so
109.SN3.058  As from [om] hangd in chaines a yeare agoe;
109.SN3.059  Euen o%5r%6 ordinance plact for our defence
109.SN3.060  Striue to breake loose, & scape away fro%5m%6 thence.
109.SN3.061  Pumping hath tyrd o%5r%6 men, & whats the gaine
109.SN3.062  Seas into Seas throwne wee sucke in againe.
109.SN3.063  Hearing hath deafte our Saylers, & if they
109.SN3.064  Knew how to heare, thers none knows what /to say. [CW:om
109.SN3.065  Compard to these Stormes, Death is but a qualme, [f.25
109.SN3.066  Hell somwhat lightsome, and the %1Bermudas%2 calme.
109.SN3.067  Darknesse lights elder b*%>b>r<other, his birth right
109.SN3.068  Claimes o're this world, & to heauen hath chas'd light:
109.SN3.069  All things are one, and that %Ycountrie%Z>one none< can bee
109.SN3.070  Since all formes vniforme deformitye
109.SN3.071  Doth couer, so that wee, except God say
109.SN3.072  An other fiat, shall haue no more Day,
109.SN3.073  So violent yet long these furyes bee
109.SN3.074  That though thy absence sterue mee I wish not /thee.
109.SN3.0SS  [3 vertical flourishes and maybe an ID monogram, all centered]
109.SN3.0$$  No ind