IDENTILIN$$  X110B36|Calm|Harley 6383|ff. 42v-43\E:TEM\pdf\1-6-17
110.B36.HE1  %XDoctor Donnes verses of a calme
110.B36.001  Our storme is past, & y%5t%6 stormes tirannous rage,
110.B36.002  a stupid calme, but nothing it doth swage:
110.B36.003  the fable is inuerted, and farr more
110.B36.004  a block afflicts vs now, then a storme before,
110.B36.005  stormes chafe, & soone weare out themselues or vs,
110.B36.006  in calmes heauens laugh to see vs languish thus,
110.B36.007  as steddy as I can wishe, my thoughts were,
110.B36.008  smoothe as thy mistress face, or what shynes there
110.B36.009  the sea is now, and as those Isles whiche we
110.B36.010  seeke (when we can mooue our ships) rooted be:
110.B36.011  as water did in storms, now pitche runns out,
110.B36.012  as leade when a fyr'd churche becomes a spoute,
110.B36.013  and all our beauty, and our trimm arrays
110.B36.014  like c>*>%Vo<urts remoouing, or like ended plays:
110.B36.015  the fighting place now sea=mens raggs supply
110.B36.016  and all the tackling is a frippery,
110.B36.017  no vse of lanthornes, and in one place lay
110.B36.018  feathers and dust today and yesterday,
110.B36.019  earths hollownes, which y%5e%6 worlds lungs ar
110.B36.020  haue no more wynd, then y%5e%6 vpper vaulte of ayre,
110.B36.021  we can, nor lefte frends, nor sought foes recouer,
110.B36.022  but, meteor like (saue that we mooue not) houer,
110.B36.023  only the calenture, whiche together drawes
110.B36.024  dead frends w%5ch%6 %Jmett%K(Mvar:>%Jmelt%K<) dead in great fishes ia>*>%Vw<es
110.B36.025  and on the hatches as on Altars lyes [f.43]
110.B36.026  eache on his owne priest, & sacrifyse,
110.B36.027  who liue that miracle %Jdo%K(Mvar:>%Jto%K<) multiply
110.B36.028  where walkers in hott ouens do not dy,
110.B36.029  if in despyte of this we swimm, it hath
110.B36.030  no more refreshing then a brimstone bathe,
110.B36.031  but from y%5e%6 sea into the ships we turne
110.B36.032  like par=boyld wretches in y%5e%6 coales to burne;
110.B36.033  like Baiasett inrag'd the sheppards scoff,
110.B36.034  or like slack=sinnewd Sampson his haire of,
110.B36.035  languishe our ships now as a myriade
110.B36.036  of aunts dust th'emporours loued snake inuade
110.B36.037  y%5e%6 cr>*>%Va<wling gallies, sea iayles, fyny chipps
110.B36.038  might braue our Venices, now bedd=ridd ships
110.B36.039  whether a rotten estate and hope of gaine,
110.B36.040  or to dis=use me from the queazy paine
110.B36.041  of beloued & louing or the thirst
110.B36.042  of honor or fayr death out=pusht me first,
110.B36.043  I loose myne end, for heer as well as I
110.B36.044  a desperate may liue, & a coward dy,
110.B36.045  stagg, dogg, & all, w%5ch%6 from, or towards flyes,
110.B36.046  is payd w%5th%6 life or pray, or doing dyes,
110.B36.047  fate grudges vs all, & doth subtly lay
110.B36.048  a scourge against w%5ch%6 we all forgott to pray,
110.B36.049  he y%5t%6 at sea prays for more wynd as well
110.B36.050  vnder y%5e%6 Poles may begg could, heate in h>*>%Ve<ll
110.B36.051  what ar we then? how little more alass
110.B36.052  is man now, then before he was? he was
110.B36.053  nothing for vs, we ar for nothing fitt
110.B36.054  chance or our selues still dispropo>*>%Vr<tion it
110.B36.055  we haue no power, %Yno#sence,%Zno will, no sence, I ly,
110.B36.056  I should not then thus feele this misery
110.B36.0SSom
110.B36.0$$  No sts, no ind. ll. 51-56 written vertically at the bottom right of f. 43.
l. 36: can't make out all the letters in "th'emporo**s".