IDENTILIN$$ F109Y02|Storm|King ms. (b114)|pp. 221-26\KJH\mf\6-12-94\P:EWS\o\1-23-01\C:JMK\2-6-01;JSC\3=7-01 109.Y02.HE1 %XA Storme. /%XTo S%5r%6 Basill Brooke. 109.Y02.001 Thou w%5ch%6 art I (tis nothing to be soe) 109.Y02.002 thou w%5ch%6 art still thy selfe, by thes shalt know 109.Y02.003 part of our passage: & as an hand or eie 109.Y02.004 by Hilliard drawen is worth an historie 109.Y02.005 by a worse paynter fram'd, so w%5th%6out pride 109.Y02.006 when by thy iudgm%5t%6, they are disguisde 109.Y02.007 my lines are such: Tis the preheminence 109.Y02.008 of freindship to impute only excellence 109.Y02.009 England to whom we owe what we be or haue 109.Y02.010 sad y%5t%6 her sonnes did seeke a forraigne graue 109.Y02.011 (for fates or fortunes guift none can sooth say) 109.Y02.012 Honor & misery haue one face, one way. [CW:forth] 109.Y02.013 forth of her pregnant entrailes sight a wind [p.222] 109.Y02.014 w%5ch%6 all the Aire midle marble roame did find 109.Y02.015 such strange resistance, y%5t%6 itt selfe itt threw 109.Y02.016 downeward againe. & so when itt did veiw 109.Y02.017 How in our porte our fleete deare time did leese 109.Y02.018 withering like prisoners w%5ch%6 lie but for fees 109.Y02.019 Mildlie itt kist our sailes, & fresh & sweete 109.Y02.020 (as to a stomack stearud whose insides meete 109.Y02.021 meate comes) itt came & sweeld our sailes, while we 109.Y02.022 so ioyd as Sarah her swelling ioyd to see 109.Y02.023 but twas but so kind as our Countrymen 109.Y02.024 who bring freinds one dayes way, & leaue them then. 109.Y02.025 Then like mightie kings w%5ch%6 dwelling far 109.Y02.026 Asunder, meete, against a third to war. [CW:The] 109.Y02.027 The South & West winds ioynd. & as they blew [p.223] 109.Y02.028 waues like a rowling trench before them threw 109.Y02.029 Soner then you reade this line did y%5e%6 gale 109.Y02.030 like shott not heard, till felt, our sailes assaile 109.Y02.031 And what at first was calld a gust, y%5e%6 same 109.Y02.032 hath now a storme, anon a Tempest name 109.Y02.033 Ionas I pittie thee & curse thos men 109.Y02.034 who when y%5e%6 storme rag'd most did wake thee then 109.Y02.035 Sleepe is paines easiest salue & doth fullfill 109.Y02.036 all offices of death except to kill 109.Y02.037 But when I wak't I saw y%5t%6 I saw not 109.Y02.038 and y%5e%6 sun y%5t%6 should teach me >%YI#saw#not%Z< had forgott 109.Y02.039 East west day night, & I could but say 109.Y02.040 That if y%5e%6 world had lasted now itt had bin day. [CW:Thousands] 109.Y02.041 Thowsands our wishes were, yet we mongst all [p.224] 109.Y02.042 could none by his right name, but thunder call 109.Y02.043 Lightning was all our light, & itt raignd more 109.Y02.044 then if y%5e%6 Sun had druncke y%5e%6 Sea before 109.Y02.045 Some coffined in their Cabins lie: equally 109.Y02.046 greiu'd they are not deade, & yet must die 109.Y02.047 And as sin burthen'd soules from graue will creepe 109.Y02.048 at y%5e%6 last day: Some forth their Cabins peepe 109.Y02.049 And trembling aske what news: And do heare soe 109.Y02.050 as ielous husbands, what they would not knowe 109.Y02.051 Some sitting on y%5e%6 hatches would seeme there 109.Y02.052 w%5th%6 hidious gazings to feare away feare 109.Y02.053 There they doe note y%5e%6 Ships sicknes: y%5e%6 Mast 109.Y02.054 slacke w%5th%6 his ague, and y%5e%6 holde & waste, [CW:w%5th%6] 109.Y02.055 w%5th%6 a softe dropsie clogg'd, & all our tacklings [p.225] 109.Y02.056 Snapping like heighe stretcht treble strings 109.Y02.057 And from our tattered sailes raggs drope downe soe 109.Y02.058 as from one hangd in chaines a yeare agoe 109.Y02.059 Euen our Ordinance plac'd for our defence 109.Y02.060 striue to breake loose & scape away from thence 109.Y02.061 Pumping hath tyr'd our men, & whats y%5e%6 gaine 109.Y02.062 Seas into seas throwne we sucke in againe 109.Y02.063 Hearing hath deaft our men & though y%5t%6 they 109.Y02.064 know how to heare, theres none knowes what to say 109.Y02.065 compar'd to thes stormes death is but a Qualme 109.Y02.066 Hell somewhat lightsome & y%5e%6 Bermudas calme 109.Y02.067 Darkenes lights elder brother, his birth right 109.Y02.068 clames o're the world, & to heauen hath chased light: [CW:All.] 109.Y02.069 All things are one, & y%5t%6 one none can be [p.226] 109.Y02.070 since all formes vniforme deformitie 109.Y02.071 doth couer; so we vnless god say 109.Y02.072 Another fiat shall haue no more day 109.Y02.073 So violent; yet long thes furies bee 109.Y02.074 That though thy absence sterve me, I wish not thee. 109.Y02.0SS [3 horizontal lines] 109.Y02.0$$ %1No ind; running head (om on p. 222) is%2 A Storme%1; upper case "O" at bottom of p. 224%