IDENTILIN$$  F109Y03|Storm|Osborn ms. (b148)|pp. 59-60\KJH\mf\6-21-94\P:EWS\o\1-23-01\C:JMK\2-6-01;JSC\3-7-01\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.Y03.HE1 %X%1Storme%2
109.Y03.001 Thou w%5c%6h arte I 'tis nothinge to bee soe
109.Y03.002 thou w%5c%6h arte still thy selfe, by these shalte knowe
109.Y03.003 Parte of o%5r%6 passage, & a hand or eye
109.Y03.004 by %1Hilliard%2 drawne is worth a history
109.Y03.005 By a worse Paineter made & (wthoutt pride)
109.Y03.006 when by thy iudgm%5t%6: they are dignified
109.Y03.007 My lines are such, 'tis y%5e%6 p%5r%6heminence
109.Y03.008 of frindshipp onely to impute excellence
109.Y03.009 England to whome wee owe, w%5t%6: wee bee & haue
109.Y03.010 sadd y%5t%6 her sonnes doe seeke a forreigne graue
109.Y03.011 (ffor fates & fortunes giftes, none can soothsay
109.Y03.012 hono%5r%6 & misery haue one face & way)
109.Y03.013 ffrom outt her pregnant entrailes sight a wind
109.Y03.014 w%5c%6h att y%5e%6 ayres middle marble roome did find
109.Y03.015 Such stronge resistance y%5t%6 ytt selfe ytt threw
109.Y03.016 downewards againe & soe when ytt did veiw
109.Y03.017 How in Porte o%5r%6 ffleete deere time did leese
109.Y03.018 witheringe like Prisoners w%5c%6h lye butt for feese
109.Y03.019 Mildly itt kist o%5r%6 sailes & fresh & sweete
109.Y03.020 as to a stomacke staru'd, whose insides meet
109.Y03.021 Meate comes ytt came, & swoll o%5r%6 sailes when wee
109.Y03.022 soe ioy'd as Sara, her swellinge ioy'd to see
109.Y03.023 Butt 'twas butt soe kinde as o%5r%6 countrimen
109.Y03.024 whoe bringe frinds one dayes way & leaue y%M then
109.Y03.025 ffor like twoe mighty kings dwellinge farre
109.Y03.026 asunder, meete ag%5t%6: a third to warre
109.Y03.027 The South & West winds ioyn'd, & as they blew
109.Y03.028 waues like a rowlinge trench before y%M threw
109.Y03.029 Soon%5r%6 then yo%5u%6 read this line did the gale
109.Y03.030 like shott nott fear'd till felt, o%5r%6 sailes assaile
109.Y03.031 And w%5t%6: att first was cald a gust the same
109.Y03.032 hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name
109.Y03.033 %1Ionas%2 I pitty y%5ee%6 & curse those men
109.Y03.034 whoe when y%5e%6 storme rag'd most did wake thee then
109.Y03.035 Sleepe is paines easiest salue, & doth fullfill
109.Y03.036 all offices of death except to kill
109.Y03.037 Butt when I waked, I sawe y%5t%6 I sawe nott
109.Y03.038 I & they y%5t%6 should teach mee had forgott
109.Y03.039 East, west, day, night, & I could butt say
109.Y03.040 if y%5e%6 world had lasted now ytt had binne day
109.Y03.041 Thowsands o%5r%6 noyses were, & wee mongst all
109.Y03.042 could none by his right name butt thunder call [CW:Lightninge]
109.Y03.043 Lightninge was all o%5r%6 light & ytt rayn'd more [p.60]
109.Y03.044 then if y%5e%6 sun had dronke y%5e%6 sea before
109.Y03.045 Some Coffind in there Cabbins ly, equally
109.Y03.046 greaued y%5t%6 they are nott dead & yett must dye
109.Y03.047 And as y%5e%6 sinne burthend soules from graues will creepe
109.Y03.048 att y%5e%6 last day some forth there Cabbins peepe
109.Y03.049 And tremblinge aske w%5t%6: newes, & doe heare soe
109.Y03.050 as iealous housbands, w%5t%6: they would nott knowe
109.Y03.051 Some sittinge one hatches, would seeme there
109.Y03.052 wth hideous gazinge, to feare away feare
109.Y03.053 Then note they y%5e%6 shipps sicknesse the Mast
109.Y03.054 shak'd wth an Agew, & y%5e%6 hull & wast
109.Y03.055 Wth a salte dropsie clog'd, & all o%5r%6 tacklings
109.Y03.056 snappinge like too high stretched treable strings
109.Y03.057 And from o%5r%6 tattered sailes, ragges dropp downe soe
109.Y03.058 as from one hang'd in Cheines a yeare agoe
109.Y03.059 Euen o%5r%6 Ordenance placed for o%5r%6 defence
109.Y03.060 stroue to breake loose, & scape away from hence
109.Y03.061 Pumpeinge hath tir'd o%5r%6 men, & w%5t%6: is o%5r%6 gaine
109.Y03.062 seas to seas throwne, wee streight suck in againe
109.Y03.063 Heareinge hath deaft o%5r%6 saylo%5r%6s, or if they
109.Y03.064 knowe how to heare, there's none knowes w%5t%6: to say
109.Y03.065 Compar'd to these >%Vstormes< death is butt a qualme
109.Y03.066 hell somew%5t%6: light & y%5e%6 %1Burmodoes%2 calme
109.Y03.067 darkenes, lights eldest brother, his birthright
109.Y03.068 claimes ore y%5e%6 world & to heauen hath chased light
109.Y03.069 All things are one & y%5t%6 one none can bee
109.Y03.070 since all formes vniforme deformitie
109.Y03.071 doth cou%5r%6, soe y%5t%6 wee except god say
109.Y03.072 another fiat shall haue noe more day
109.Y03.073 Soe violent, yett longe these furies bee
109.Y03.074 that though thy absence starue mee I wish nott thee.
109.Y03.0SS ffinis
109.Y03.0$$ No ind