IDENTILIN$$  F110DT1|Dublin ms. I|ff. 28v-29v\E:EWS\o\n.d.\P&C(hwt,mf):JMK\6-4&7-10-01;JSC\7-24-01
110.DT1.0HE  %XThe Calme.                                       
110.DT1.001  Our Storme is past; And y%5t%6 stormes tyrannous rage
110.DT1.002  A stupid Calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
110.DT1.003  The fable is inverted, and farre more
110.DT1.004  A Block afflicts vs nowe then a Stork before.
110.DT1.005  Stormes chafe, & soone weare out themselues, or vs;
110.DT1.006  In Calmes Heauen laughs, to see vs languish thus:
110.DT1.007  As steadie as I can wish my thoughts were,
110.DT1.008  smo>%5o%6<the as thy mistris, glass, or what shines there,
110.DT1.009  the Sea is nowe; and as those Isles w%5ch%6 wee
110.DT1.010  seeke, when wee can moue, our shipps rooted bee.
110.DT1.011  As water did in stormes, nowe pitch runns out
110.DT1.012  as lead, when a fir'de Church becomes one spowte.
110.DT1.013  and all our beauty, and our trim decayes
110.DT1.014  like Courts remouing, or like ended playes
110.DT1.015  the fighting place nowe Sea-mens raggs supplye,
110.DT1.016  and all the tackling is a fripperie.
110.DT1.017  Noe vse of Lanthornes, and in one place laye
110.DT1.018  ffeathers, & dust, to daye, and yesterdaye. [CW:Earths]
110.DT1.019  Earths hollownesses, w%5ch%6 the worlds lungs are [f.29]
110.DT1.020  Haue no more winde then th'vpper vault of ayre
110.DT1.021  wee can nor left friends, nor sought foes recouer,
110.DT1.022  but meteor-like, saue y%5t%6 wee moue not, houer
110.DT1.023  Onlie the Calenture together drawes
110.DT1.024  deare friends w%5ch%6 meet dead in great fishes iawes.
110.DT1.025  And on the hatches, as on Altars lies
110.DT1.026  each one his owne priest, and owne sacrifice.
110.DT1.027  Who liue, that miracle doe multiply,
110.DT1.028  Where walkers in hott Ovens doe not dye.
110.DT1.029  If in despite of this wee swimm, that hath
110.DT1.030  noe more refreshing then our Brimstone Bath.
110.DT1.031  But from the Sea into the shipp wee turne,
110.DT1.032  like parboild wretches on the coales to burne.
110.DT1.033  Like Baiazet encag'd, the Shepheards scoff
110.DT1.034  and like slack-sinew'd Sampson, his haire off
110.DT1.035  languish our Shipps.  Nowe, as a Myriade
110.DT1.036  of Ants, durst th'Emperours loued snake invade,
110.DT1.037  The crawling Gallies, Sea-Iailes, finny chipps,
110.DT1.038  might braue our Venices, now bed-rid shipps.
110.DT1.039  Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine
110.DT1.040  or to disvse mee from the queazie paine
110.DT1.041  of being belou'd, and loving, or the thirst
110.DT1.042  of honour, or faire death, out-push'd mee first
110.DT1.043  I loose my end; for here aswell as I
110.DT1.044  a desperate may liue, and a Coward dye
110.DT1.045  stagg, dogg, and all w%5ch%6 from, or towards flyes
110.DT1.046  Is payd w%5th%6 life, or praye, or doinge dyes
110.DT1.047  ffate grudges vs all.  And doth soe laye
110.DT1.048  a scourge, gainst w%5ch%6 wee all forgott to praye
110.DT1.049  Hee y%5t%6 at Sea, prayes for more winds, as well
110.DT1.050  Vnder the Poles may beg cold, Heate in Hell. [CW:What]
110.DT1.051  What are wee then?  Howe little more, alass, [f.29v]
110.DT1.052  is man nowe, then before hee was? hee was
110.DT1.053  Nothing for vs, wee are for nothing fitt;
110.DT1.054  Chaunce, or our selues still Disproportion it.
110.DT1.055  Wee haue noe will, noe power, noe sence; I lye:
110.DT1.056  I should not then thus feele this miserie.|
110.DT1.0SS  I.D.[LM,l.1]
110.DT1.0$$  no sts; no ind