IDENTILIN$$ F110H04|Calm|Norton MS, Eng 966.3|ff. 15v-16v\KJH\mf\7-27-94\P:DF\o\11-20-00\C:JSC\1-5-01
110.H04.HE1 %XThe Calme
110.H04.001 Our storme is past, and that stormes tyrannous rage
110.H04.002 A stupid calme, but nothing it doth swage
110.H04.003 The fable is inverted, and farre more 
110.H04.004 A Block afflicts vs nowe then a Stork before
110.H04.005 Stormes chafe, or soone weare out themselues or vs
110.H04.006 In calmes heauen laughes to see vs languish thus
110.H04.007 As steadie as I can[var:>>could<<] wish my thoughts were
110.H04.008 Smoothe as this[var:>>thy<<] Mistris glasse, or what shines there
110.H04.009 The Sea is nowe, and as those Isles w%5ch%6 we
110.H04.010 Seeke when we can moue, our shippes rooted be
110.H04.011 As water did in stormes, nowe pitche runnes out
110.H04.012 As leade, when a firde Church becomes one spowte [CW:and all o%5r%6]
110.H04.013 and all our beauty, and our trim decaies [f.16]
110.H04.014 Like Courts remouing, or like ended playes
110.H04.015 The fighting place nowe Seamens ragges supplye
110.H04.016 And all the tackling is a fripperie;
110.H04.017 Noe vse of lanthornes, and in one place laye
110.H04.018 ffeathers, and dust to day, and yester daye;
110.H04.019 Earthes hollownes, w%5ch%6 the worlds lungs are
110.H04.020 haue noe more wynde then th vpper vault of ayre
110.H04.021 we can nor left frendes, nor sought foes recouer
110.H04.022 But meteor=like, saue that we moue not, hover,
110.H04.023 Onely the Calenture together drawes
110.H04.024 deare ffrends w%5ch%6 meete dead in great fishes iawes
110.H04.025 And on the hatches, as on Altars lies
110.H04.026 Each one his owne preist, and owne sacrifice
110.H04.027 Who liue, that miracle doe multiplye
110.H04.028 where walkers in hott Ovens doe not dye
110.H04.029 If in despight of this we swym, that hath
110.H04.030 Noe more refreshing then our Brimstone Bath.
110.H04.031 But from the Sea into the ship we turne
110.H04.032 like parboild wretches on the coales to burne
110.H04.033 Like Bajazet inrag'd; the Shepheards scoffe
110.H04.034 And like slack=sinewd Sampson, his haire of
110.H04.035 Languish our Shippes; Nowe as a Miriade
110.H04.036 of Ants, durst the Emperours loued snake invade
110.H04.037 The crawling Gallies, Sea Iales, finny chippes
110.H04.038 might braue our Venices, nowe bedrid shippes
110.H04.039 Whither a rotten state, and hope of gaine
110.H04.040 Or to disvse me from the queazie paine
110.H04.041 of being beloud, and louing, or the thirst
110.H04.042 Of honour, or faire death, out=pushd me first
110.H04.043 I loose my end; ffor here as well as I
110.H04.044 A desperate may liue, and a Coward dye
110.H04.045 Stagg, dogg, and all w%5ch%6 from, or towardes flies
110.H04.046 Is paid w%5th%6 life, or praye, or doinge dies [CW:ffate]
110.H04.047 ffate grudges vs all; And doth soe[var:>>subtly<<] laye [f.16v]
110.H04.048 A scourge gainst w%5ch%6 we all forgett to praye
110.H04.049 He that at sea praies for more wyndes as well
110.H04.050 vnder the poles maye begge cold, Heate in hell
110.H04.051 what are we then? howe little more alasse
110.H04.052 Is man nowe then before he was? he was
110.H04.053 Nothing for vs, we are for nothing fitt
110.H04.054 Chaunce, or ourselues still disproportion it
110.H04.055 we haue noe will, noe power, noe sence: I lye
110.H04.056 I should not then thus feele this miserie.
110.H04.0SS Finis
110.H04.0$$ %1No ind; ellipsis in LM at l.1 in lieu of usual scribal ascription%2