IDENTILIN$$  F109WN1\Dolau Cothi ms.\pp. 38-41\JW\EWS trans\2-1-95\P:T-LP\o\5-13-95\C:JGW\9-13-99; JSC\7-21-00
109.WN1.HE1  The Storme sent from [2-em-sp] in the /Iland Voyage To M: C: B: [p.38]
109.WN1.001  Thou which art I (tis nothinge to bee soe)
109.WN1.002  Thou which art still thy selfe by these shalte know
109.WN1.003  Part of our passage, and a hand or eie
109.WN1.004  By Hilliard drawne is worth an historie,
109.WN1.005  By a worse paynter made: and with out pride
109.WN1.006  When by thy iudgment they are dignified
109.WN1.007  My lynes are such, tis the preheminence
109.WN1.008  Of frindeship onlye too impute excellence.
109.WN1.009  England to .whome[sic] wee owe what wee bee, and haue [CW:om]
109.WN1.010  Sad that her sonns did seeke a forraine graue, [p.39]
109.WN1.011  (For fates, or fortunes Drifts none cann soothsaie)
109.WN1.012  Honor and Miserie haue one face one waie.
109.WN1.013  From out her pregnant entrailes sighd a winde,
109.WN1.014  Which at the aires Middle Marble roome did fynde,
109.WN1.015  Such stronge resistance, that it self it threw,
109.WN1.016  Downeward againe, and soe when it did view,
109.WN1.017  How in the porte our fleete deare tyme did leese,
109.WN1.018  Witheringe like prisoners which lye but for fees,
109.WN1.019  Myldely it kist our sailes, and fresh, and sweete
109.WN1.020  As to a Stomake starud whose insides meete,
109.WN1.021  Meate comes it came, and swole our sailes, when wee
109.WN1.022  Soe ioyd as Sara her swellinge ioyd to see.
109.WN1.023  But twas but soe kynde as our Countrimen
109.WN1.024  Which bringe freinds one daies way and leaue them then
109.WN1.025  Then like two mightie kyngs which dwellinge farr
109.WN1.026  A sunder, meete against a third to warr.
109.WN1.027  The South, and west=wyndes ioynd, and as they blewe
109.WN1.028  Waues like a rowlinge trench before them threwe.
109.WN1.029  Soonner then yow reed this lyne did the gale
109.WN1.030  Like shott not feard, tell[sic] felte, our sailes assaile
109.WN1.031  And what at first was cald a gust, the same
109.WN1.032  Hath now a Stormes, anon a Tempests name.
109.WN1.033  Ionas I pittie thee, and curse those men,
109.WN1.034  Who when the storme ragd moste, did wake thee then
109.WN1.035  Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fullfill
109.WN1.036  All offices of death, except to kyll:
109.WN1.037  But when I wakd, I saw that I saw not
109.WN1.038  I and the Sun which should teach mee, had forgott
109.WN1.039  East, West, daye, Night, and I could but saie
109.WN1.040  If the world had lasted now it had beenn[sic] daie. [CW:Thousands]
109.WN1.041  Thousands our noyses were, yett wee mongst all [p.40]
109.WN1.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call;
109.WN1.043  Lightninge was all our light; and it raind more
109.WN1.044  Then if the Sun had drunck the Sea before.
109.WN1.045  Some coffind in their Cabbins lye, Equallie,
109.WN1.046  Greeud, that they are not dead, and yet mvst die;
109.WN1.047  And as sin burdened Soules from Graues will creepe
109.WN1.048  At the last daie, some forth their Cabbins peepe.
109.WN1.049  And tremblingly ask what newes, and doe heere %Yto%Z soe
109.WN1.050  Like ielous husbands what, they would not knowe,
109.WN1.051  Some sittinge on the hatches, would seeme there
109.WN1.052  With hideous gapeinge to feare a way feare
109.WN1.053  Then note they the Ships sicknesses, the Maste
109.WN1.054  Shakd with this Ague, and the hold, and waste
109.WN1.055  With a salte dropsie cloyd, and all our tacklinges
109.WN1.056  Snappinge a sunder like high strecht treble stringes
109.WN1.057  And from our totered Sailes rags drop downe soe
109.WN1.058  As from one hangd in chaines a yeare agoe
109.WN1.059  Even our Ordenance placd for our defence
109.WN1.060  Striue too breake loose, and scape a waie from thence.
109.WN1.061  Pumpinge hath tird our men, and, whats the gaine
109.WN1.062  Seas into seas throwne wee suck in againe;
109.WN1.063  Heeringe hath deft[sic] our Saylours; and if they
109.WN1.064  Knew how to heer, theres none knew what to saye
109.WN1.065  Compard to these stormes, death is but a qualme
109.WN1.066  Hell some what lightsome, and the Bermuda calme
109.WN1.067  Darkeness, lights elder Brother, his birth=Right
109.WN1.068  Claimes ore this Worlde, and to heaven hath chasd light
109.WN1.069  All thinges are one, and that one none cann bee
109.WN1.070  Since all formes Vniforme deformitie
109.WN1.071  Doth couer such as wee except, God saie [CW:Another]
109.WN1.072  Another Fiat shall haue no more daie. [p.41]
109.WN1.073  Soe violent yet longe thes Furies bee,
109.WN1.074  That though thyne absence starue mee, I wish not thee
109.WN1.0SS  om 
109.WN1.0$$  No st breaks, no ind