IDENTILIN$$  F110B13|Calm|ms.Add.25707\ff. 55v-56\GL\P:GAS\o\6-20-95\C:JSC
110.B13.0HE  %XThe Calme.|
110.B13.001  Our Storme is past, & y%5t%6 stormes tyranous rage
110.B13.002  A stupid Calme but noethinge it doth swage
110.B13.003  The fable is inverted, and far more
110.B13.004  A block afflicts now, then a storcke before
110.B13.005  Stormes Chafe, & soone weare out them selves, or vs
110.B13.006  In Calmes heauens laugh to see vs languish thus.
110.B13.007  As steady as I can wish that my thoughts were
110.B13.008  Smooth, as thy M%5rs%6. glasse, or what shines there
110.B13.009  the seas is now.  And as those Iles, w%5ch%6 wee
110.B13.010  seeke (when wee can%M moue, our shipps rooted bee.
110.B13.011  As water did in stormes, now pitch runs out
110.B13.012  As Leade, when a fir'd Church becomes on spout.
110.B13.013  And all our bewtie, & our trym%M decayes
110.B13.014  Like Courts removinge, or like ended playes.
110.B13.015  The fightinge place, the sea mens raggs supplie
110.B13.016  And all the tacklinge, is a frippory. [CW:noe#vse#of#Lanthornes.]
110.B13.017  Noe vse of Lanthornes. and in one place laye [56]
110.B13.018  fethers, & dust, to daye, & yesterdaye.
110.B13.019  Earthes hollownes, which the worlds longes are
110.B13.020  haue noe more winde then the vpper vualt of aire
110.B13.021  Wee can%M nor lost frendes, nor sought foes recouer
110.B13.022  But Meteor like (saue that wee moue not) hover
110.B13.023  Onely the Calenture togeather drawes
110.B13.024  deere frendes w%5ch%6 meete dead in greate fishes Iawes,
110.B13.025  And on hatches; as on Alters, lyes
110.B13.026  each on his owne preest, or owne sacrifice.
110.B13.027  Whoe liue that Miracles doe multeplie
110.B13.028  Where Walkers in hott Ovens doe not die.
110.B13.029  If in despight of this wee swim%M; that hath
110.B13.030  noe more refreshinge then a brimstone bath
110.B13.031  But from the sea, into the sea wee turne
110.B13.032  Like parboyld Wretches, on the coales to burne.
110.B13.033  Like Baiazet encag'd the Sheapherd scoff
110.B13.034  And like slack synewd Sampson, his heire off
110.B13.035  Languish our shipps. Now as a Myriad
110.B13.036  of Ants durst the Emperors lou'd snake invade
110.B13.037  The craulinge Gallies, seas sayles, finny chipps
110.B13.038  Might braue our Venices, now beddrid shipps
110.B13.039  Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine
110.B13.040  or to disuse mee from the queasy paine
110.B13.041  of being belou'd, & louinge; or the thirst
110.B13.042  of honor, or fayre death out=pusht mee first
110.B13.043  I loose my end; for here aswell as I
110.B13.044  A desperate maye lyue, and a Cowarde die
110.B13.045  Stagg, Dogg, & each, w%5ch%6 from, or towards, flies,
110.B13.046  Is pay'd w%5th%6 Life, or praye, or doinge dies.
110.B13.047  ffate grudges vs all, and doth subtelly laye
110.B13.048  A scourge 'gainst w%5ch%6, wee all forgott to praye.
110.B13.049  Hee that at Sea prayes for more winde, as well
110.B13.050  vnder the Pole maye begg could; heate in hell.
110.B13.051  what are wee the%M? how litle more alas
110.B13.052  Is man now, then before hee was, he was?
110.B13.053  Nothinge for vs, wee are for noethinge fitt
110.B13.054  Channce, or our selves still disproportion it
110.B13.055  Wee haue nor will, nor powre, nor sence; I ly
110.B13.056  I should not then thus feele this mysery.|
110.B13.0SS  Finis.| I D|
110.B13.0$$  %1No ind%2