IDENTILIN$$  F110C08|Calm|Leconfield MS, Add. 8467|ff. 37-38v\GL\mf\P:TLP;EWS\o\7-8-93;7-3-95\C:JSC;'95; 11-20-00
110.C08.0HE  %XThe Calme.|
110.C08.001  Our storme is past, and that stormes, tyrannous rage;
110.C08.002  A stupid calme, butt nothing itt dooth swage.
110.C08.003  The fable is inuerted, and farr more,
110.C08.004  A block afflicts, now, Then a stork before.
110.C08.005  Stormes chafe, and soone were out themselues, Or vs.
110.C08.006  In calmes, heauen laughes to see vs languish thus. [CW:As.|]
110.C08.007  As steadie, as I can wish, that my thoughts weare, [37v]
110.C08.008  Smoothe as thy M:%5res%6 glasse, or what shines there.
110.C08.009  The Sea is nowe. And as the Iles w%5ch%6 wee
110.C08.010  Seeke, when wee can mooue, Our ships rooted bee.
110.C08.011  As water did in storms, now pitch runns out,
110.C08.012  As lead, when a fird'e church becomes one spout.
110.C08.013  And all our bewtie and our trim decaies
110.C08.014  Like Courts remoouing, or like ended plaies.
110.C08.015  The fighting place, now Seamens raggs supplies
110.C08.016  And all the tackling is a Fripperie.
110.C08.017  No vse of lanthorns; And in one place laye
110.C08.018  ffeathers and dust, to daie and yesterday.
110.C08.019  Earths hollownes, w%5ch%6 the worlds lungs are.
110.C08.020  Haue no more winde, then the vpper valt of ayre.
110.C08.021  Wee can nor left frends, nor sought foes recouer.
110.C08.022  Butt Meteorlike, saue that wee mooue not, houer.
110.C08.023  Onlie the Calenture, togeather drawes,
110.C08.024  Deare frends, w%5ch%6 meet dead, in great fishes iawes.
110.C08.025  And on the hatches as on altars lyes
110.C08.026  Each one, his owne Preist, and o>>%Vw<<ne sacrifice.
110.C08.027  Whoe liue, That miracle may multiply
110.C08.028  Where walkers in hott ouens, doe not dye. [CW:yf.|]
110.C08.029  Yf in despite of theise, wee swimme, that hath [38]
110.C08.030  No more refreshing, then our brimstone bath,
110.C08.031  Butt from the Sea into the shipp wee turne
110.C08.032  Like perboild' wretches, on the coales to burne,
110.C08.033  Like Baiazett encadg'd the shepheards skoff,
110.C08.034  Or like slacke synued Sampson, his haire of.
110.C08.035  Languish our shipps.  Now, as a Miriade
110.C08.036  Of Ants, durst the Emperours loued snake inuade,
110.C08.037  The crawling Gallies, Sea Iailes, Finny chips.
110.C08.038  Might haue%>b>>%Vr<<aue our Venices, now bedrid ships.
110.C08.039  Wheather a rotten state, and hope of gaine.
110.C08.040  Or to disvse me from the queasie paine
110.C08.041  Of being beloud', and louing or the thirst
110.C08.042  Of honnor, or faire death, outpusht me first.
110.C08.043  I loose my end: ffor heere as well as I
110.C08.044  A desperate maie liue, and a coward dye.
110.C08.045  Stagg, dog, and all w%5ch%6 from, or towards flyes
110.C08.046  Is paid w%5th%6 life, or preye, or doing dyes.
110.C08.047  ffate grudges vs all, and dooth subtillie laye
110.C08.048  A scourge, gainst w%5ch%6, wee all forgett to praie.
110.C08.049  Hee that att Sea, praies for more winde, as well.
110.C08.050  Vnder the poles, may beg colde, heat in hell. [CW:What.|]
110.C08.051  What are wee then? how little more Alas [38v]
110.C08.052  Is man now, then before he was, he was?
110.C08.053  Nothing for vs, wee are for nothing fitt
110.C08.054  Chance, or our selues still disproportion itt.
110.C08.055  Wee haue no power, no will no sence, I lye
110.C08.056  I shoold not then thus feele this miserie.
110.C08.0SS  [om]
110.C08.0$$  %1No ind%2