IDENTILIN$$  F110B40|Calm|MS Lansdowne 740\f. 96r-v\EWS\P:GAS\o\6-19-95\C:JSC\'95;3-9-01
110.B40.0HE  %X%1A Calme%2 [triangle_of_dots]
110.B40.001  Our Storme is paste, And that stormes tiranous rage
110.B40.002  A Stupid Calme, but nothing it doth swage.
110.B40.003  The ffable is inverted, and farr more
110.B40.004  A Block afflicts now, then a %Jstorke%K[Mvar:>Storcke<] before.
110.B40.005  Stormes chafe, and soone were out themselues, or vs;
110.B40.006  In Calmes, %1Heuen%2 laughes, to see vs languish thus.
110.B40.007  As Steadie, as I can wish that my thoughts were,
110.B40.008  Smooth as thie Mistres glasse, or what shines there,
110.B40.009  The %1Sea%2 is now; And as those %1Isles%2 w%5ch%6 wee
110.B40.010  seeke, when wee can move, our shipps rooted bee.
110.B40.011  As water did in stormes, now pitch runs out;
110.B40.012  As Lead, when a fir'de %1Church%2 becomes on spoute.
110.B40.013  And all our Beautie and our trym%Me decayes,
110.B40.014  Like %1Courts%2 removing, or like ended plaies.
110.B40.015  The ffightings place now Seamens raggs supplie,  
110.B40.016  and all the Tackling is a ffripperie.
110.B40.017  No%Yw%Z vse of Lanthornes; and in one place laye
110.B40.018  ffethers and dust, to daie, and yesterdaie.
110.B40.019  Earthes Hollownesse, w%5ch%6 the Worldes Lungs are,
110.B40.020  haue noe more Winde, then the vpper vault of %Yth'%Zaire.
110.B40.021  Wee can, nor lefte ffrendes, nor sought foes recover, [96v]
110.B40.022  but %1Meteorlike%2, saue that we move not, Hover.
110.B40.023  Only the %1Calenture%2 together drawes
110.B40.024  Deare frendes, w%5ch%6 meet dead in great fishes iawes.
110.B40.025  And on the Hatches, as on %1Alters%2 Lies
110.B40.026  each one, his owne priest, and owne Sacrifice.
110.B40.027  Whoe live, that Mirracle do multiplie
110.B40.028  Where walkers in whott[sic] Ovens, do not Die.
110.B40.029  If in despite of this, we swym, that hath
110.B40.030  noe more refreshing, then our Brymston %1Bath%2,
110.B40.031  But from the Sea, into the Shipp we turne
110.B40.032  like parboyld wretches, one the coales to burne.
110.B40.033  Like %1Baiazet%2 encag'd, the Shepherds Scoffe,
110.B40.034  And like Slack %Yfinger'd%Zsinew'd %1Sampson%2 his hair off,
110.B40.035  Languish our shipps. Now as a %1Miriade%2
110.B40.036  of %1Annts%2, durst th'emperours loved snake invade.
110.B40.037  The Crawling Galleys, Sea %1Gaoles%2, ffinney chipps,
110.B40.038  Might Braue our Venices, now bedridd shipps.
110.B40.039  Whether a Rotten State, and hope of gaine,
110.B40.040  or to disuse me from the queasie paine
110.B40.041  of being beloued, and loveing; or the thirst
110.B40.042  of %1Honour%2, or fair death, out push'd me first,
110.B40.043  I loose my end: for hear, as well as I
110.B40.044  A desperat may live, and a Coward die.
110.B40.045  %1Stagg%2, %1dogg%2, and all, w%5ch%6 from, or towards flies,
110.B40.046  Is paide w%5th%6 life, or praie, or doing dies.
110.B40.047  Fate grudges vs all, and %Ys*%Zdoth subtly laye
110.B40.048  A Scourge, gainst w%5ch%6 wee all forgott to praie.
110.B40.049  He that at Sea prayes for more winde%Ys%Z, as well
110.B40.050  vnder the Poles maye begg cold, Heat in %1Hell%2.
110.B40.051  What are wee then?  How little more, alasse
110.B40.052  is man now, then before he was?-->>>was,<< he was-->>was?<<
110.B40.053  ,,[LM]nothing for vs, we are for nothing fitt;
110.B40.054  ,,[LM]Chance, or our selues, still disproportion itt. 
110.B40.055  Wee haue noe will, noe powre, noe sence; I lie,
110.B40.056  I should not then thus feele this Miserye.|
110.B40.0SS  %XFinis|
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