IDENTILIN$$  F110B26 Calm|ms. Harley 3511, f. 20r-v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-21-95\C:JSC ('95 & 7-24-00)
110.B26.0HE  [RM]Calme
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110.B26.007  [I3]As steady as I could wish my thoughts were
110.B26.008  Smoth as thy M%5rs%6 glasse, or what strives there;
110.B26.009  The sea is now; & as the Isles w%5ch%6 we
110.B26.010  Seeke when we can move, our ships rooted be.
110.B26.011  As water did in stormes now pitch runs out,
110.B26.012  As lead when a fi'rd church becomes one spout.
110.B26.013  And all our beauty, & our trim%Me decayes
110.B26.014  Like course=removing, or like ending plaies:
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110.B26.017  No use for lanthornes, & in one place lay
110.B26.018  Feathers & dust to day & yesterday.
110.B26.019  Earths hollownesses which y%5e%6 worlds lungs are,
110.B26.020  Have more wind than the upper vault of aire.
110.B26.021  We can nor lost friends, nor >%5x%6<[RM:>%5x%6sought<] foes recover,
110.B26.022  But meteor like, save that we move not, hover
110.B26.023  Onely y%5e%6 calenture together draws
110.B26.024  Deare friend that meet dead in great fishes %Yiawes%Z>%Vmawes<. [CW:And]
110.B26.025  And on the hatches as on altars lies, [20v]
110.B26.026  Each one his owne priest, & owne sacrifice.
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110.B26.029  If in dispight of these we swime, that hath
110.B26.030  No more refreshing than a brimston bath.
110.B26.031  But from the sea, into the ship we turne
110.B26.032  Like par boil'd wretches, on the coales to burne.
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110.B26.038  [ind.1/2-line]Our pinaces %Yno%Z>%Vnow< bead rid ships.
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110.B26.049  He that at sea praies for more wind, as well
110.B26.050  Vnder the poles may beg cold, heat, in hell.
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110.B26.055  We haue no power, no will, no sence, I ly
110.B26.056  I should not then thus feele this misery.
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110.B26.0$$  Ll. 1-6 15-16 27-28 33-37 39-48, 51-54 om; a deliberate pastiche, run together as if complete, like Cappell's version of Storm