IDENTILIN$$  F110B32 Calm|ms. Harley 4955, f. 103r-v\GL\P:GAS\o\6-22-95\C:JSC ('95 & 7-24-00)
110.B32.0HE  The Calme:.
110.B32.001  Our storme is past, and that stormes tyrannous rage,
110.B32.002  A stupid Calme, but nothing it doth swage,
110.B32.003  The Fable is inverted, and farr more
110.B32.004  A blocke afflicts, now, then, a storke before;
110.B32.005  Stormes chafe, and soone weare out themselves, ore vs,
110.B32.006  In Calmes, heauen laughes to see vs languish thus.
110.B32.007  As steadye, as I can wish that my thoughts weare,
110.B32.008  Smooth as thy M%5rs%6 Glasse, or what shines there,
110.B32.009  The sea is now; And as these Isles which wee
110.B32.010  Seeke, when wee can move, our ships rooted bee.
110.B32.011  As water did in stormes, now Pitche runns out,
110.B32.012  As lead wher a fir'd Church becomes one spout.
110.B32.013  And all our beauty, and trymme decayes.
110.B32.014  Like Courts removeing or like ended Playes.
110.B32.015  The Fighting place nowe seamens raggs supply.
110.B32.016  And all the tackling is a[extra#space] Fripperye.
110.B32.017  No vse of lanthornes; and in one place laye,
110.B32.018  Feathers, and dust, to day, and yesterday.
110.B32.019  Earths hollownesses, w%5ch%6 the worlds lungs are,
110.B32.020  Haue noe more winde, then the vpper vault of ayre;
110.B32.021  Wee can nor left freindes, nor sought foes recover,
110.B32.022  But Meteorlike, saue that wee move not houer
110.B32.023  Onlye the Calenture togeather drawes
110.B32.024  Deare freindes which meete deade in greate fishes iawes.
110.B32.025  And on the Hatches, as on Altars lyes
110.B32.026  Each one, his owne Preist, and one sacrifice.
110.B32.027  Who live, that Miracle doe Multiplye,
110.B32.028  Where walkers in hott Ovens, doe not dye.
110.B32.029  If in despight of these, wee swimme, that hath
110.B32.030  Noe more refreshinge, then our brymstone bath,
110.B32.031  But from the sea, into the ship wee turne,
110.B32.032  Like perboyld wretches, on the Coales to burne,
110.B32.033  Like Baiazett enca'gd, the %Ys**%Zshepherds scoffe,
110.B32.034  Or like slacke sinewed sampson his hayre off, [CW:om]
110.B32.035  Languish our ships Now, as a Myriade [103v]
110.B32.036  Of Ants, durst the Emperors loved snake invade,
110.B32.037  The crawlinge Gallyes, sea%Y*%Z Iayles finny chips,
110.B32.038  Might braue our venices, now bed riddships.
110.B32.039  Wheather a rotten state, and hope of gayne,
110.B32.040  Or to disvse mee, from the queasy payne
110.B32.041  Of being belov'd, and loveing or the thirst
110.B32.042  Of honor, or fayre death, out pusht mee first,
110.B32.043  I loose my end, for here as well as I
110.B32.044  A Desperate may live, and a Coward dye.
110.B32.045  Stagg, Dogg, and all which from, or towards flyes,
110.B32.046  Is pay'd with life, or pray, or doing dyes.
110.B32.047  Fate grudges vs all, and doth subtilye saye
110.B32.048  A scourge, gainst which wee all forgett to pray.
110.B32.049  He that at sea prayes for more winde, as well
110.B32.050  Vnder the Poles may begg colde, heate in hell,
110.B32.051  What are wee then?  howe little more alas,
110.B32.052  Is man newe, then before he was, he was?
110.B32.053  Nothing for vs, wee are for nothing fitt,
110.B32.054  Chance, or our selues still disproportion it,
110.B32.055  Wee haue noe Power, noe will, noe sence, I lye,
110.B32.056  I should not then thus feele this Miserye.
110.B32.0SS  [om]
110.B32.0$$  %1No ind; HE in large Gothic letters.%2