IDENTILIN$$  F109VA2 Nedham ms., 25.F.17\ff.16v-17\JSC\mf\6-23-94\P:GAS\o\7-5-95\C:JSC ('95 & 7-24-00)\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.VA2.HE1  %XThe Storme.
109.VA2.001  Thou which art I ('tis nothinge to be soe)
109.VA2.002  Thou which art still thy selfe by these shalt knowe
109.VA2.003  part of our passage: and a hand or eye
109.VA2.004  By Hilliard drawne is worth a historye
109.VA2.005  By a worse painter made; and with#out pride
109.VA2.006  When by thy idgement they are dignified
109.VA2.007  My lines are such; 'tis the preheminence
109.VA2.008  Of frendship only to impute excellence.
109.VA2.009  England to whome we owe what we be, and haue
109.VA2.010  Sad that his sonnes did seeke a forraine graue
109.VA2.011  (For fates and fortunes drifts none can Soathsay
109.VA2.012  Honnor and misery haue one face and way)
109.VA2.013  From out hir pregnant entrailes sigh'd a winde
109.VA2.014  Which at the ayeres middst marble roome did find
109.VA2.015  Such stronge resistance: that it selfe it threwe
109.VA2.016  Downward againe; and so when it did veiwe
109.VA2.017  How in the Port our Fleet deare time did leese,
109.VA2.018  Witheringe like Prisoners which lay but for fees,
109.VA2.019  Mildly it kist our sayles: [om] [om] [om] [om]
109.VA2.020om
109.VA2.021  [om] [om] [om] [om] [om] [om] [om] [om] when wee
109.VA2.022  So ioyd as Sara hir swellinge ioyd to see.
109.VA2.023  But 'twas but so kinde as our Cuntrymen
109.VA2.024  Who bringe frends one dayes way but leaue them then.
109.VA2.025  Then like too mighty kinges which dwellinge far
109.VA2.026  A#sunder, meet against a third to warre
109.VA2.027  They south and west windes ioynd: and as they blew
109.VA2.028  Waues like a rolinge trench before them threw.
109.VA2.029  Sooner then you can reade this line did the gale
109.VA2.030  Like shott not feard' till felt, our sayles assaile:
109.VA2.031  And what at first were cald a gust, the same
109.VA2.032  Hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name.
109.VA2.033  Ionas I pitty thee, and curse those men
109.VA2.034  Who when the storme rag'd most, did wake thee then.
109.VA2.035  Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fulfill
109.VA2.036  All offices of death, except to kill.
109.VA2.037  But when I wak'd I sawe that I sawe not:
109.VA2.038  I, and the Sun which should teach me had forgott
109.VA2.039  East, West, Day, Night; for I could not say
109.VA2.040  If the world lasted now it had beene day: [CW:om]
109.VA2.041  Thousandes our noyses were yet we 'mongst all [f.17]
109.VA2.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call.
109.VA2.043  Lightninge was all our light, and it raind' more
109.VA2.044  Then if the Sun had drunke they sea before.
109.VA2.045  Some coffind' in there Cabines lye ae%Lqually
109.VA2.046  Greiud that they are not dead and yet must dye.
109.VA2.047  And as sin=burthend' soules from graues will creepe
109.VA2.048  At the last day; some forth there Cabines peepe
109.VA2.049  And tremblinge aske what newes? and heare so
109.VA2.050  Like ielouse husbandes what they would not knowe.
109.VA2.051  Some sittinge on the hatches would seeme there
109.VA2.052  With hiddeous gazinge to feare a#way feare
109.VA2.053  Then noate they the shipes sicknesses, the Mast
109.VA2.054  Shak't with this ague: and the hold and wast
109.VA2.055  With a salt dropsy clogd'; and all our tacklinges
109.VA2.056  Snappinge like too- high- strecht- treble- stringes.
109.VA2.057  And from our tatterd sayles ragges drop downe so
109.VA2.058  As from one hangd in chaines a yeare a#goe:
109.VA2.059  Euen our Ordinance placed for our defence
109.VA2.060  Striue to breake loose, and scape a#way from thence.
109.VA2.061  Pumpinge hath tyrd' our men, and whats the gaine 
109.VA2.062  Seas into seas are throwne we sucke in againe.
109.VA2.063  Hearinge hath deaft our Saylors, and if they
109.VA2.064  Know how to heare there's none knowes what to say.
109.VA2.065  Compard' to these stormes, death is but a Qualme,
109.VA2.066  Hell some-what lightsome, and Bermudaes calme.
109.VA2.067  Darkenesse light's elder-brother, his birth-right
109.VA2.068  Claimes o're the world, to heauen hath chasd' light
109.VA2.069  All thinges are one, and that one none can be
109.VA2.070  Since all formes, vniforme deformitye
109.VA2.071  Doth couer, so that we expect God say
109.VA2.072  An#other Fiat we shall haue no day.
109.VA2.073  So violent yet longe these furies be
109.VA2.074  That though thine absence sterues me I wish not thee.
109.VA2.0SS  %XAn end of the Storme. /Ioh: Donne. /|.
109.VA2.0$$  %1No ind; all his initial "l"s look alike--I can't distinguish 
             caps; the%2 ' %1in l.30: scribe often puts the elision mark 
             after a final "d"; "they" for "thy" in l.44: sic; spaces follow 
             hyphens in l.56 only for colation purposes; "expect" in l.71: 
             sic;%2 Thomas /Biaue| %1centered under poem in later ink%2