IDENTILIN$$  F110H05|Calm|Dobell ms.|ff. 173v-74|pp. 348-49\KJH\mf\7-19-94\P:DF\o\1-20-01\C:JMK\2-6-01;JSC\3-5-01
110.H05.HE1  %XThe Calme.
110.H05.001  Our storme is past, and that stormes tyrannous rage
110.H05.002  a stupid Calme, but nothing it doth swage.
110.H05.003  y%5e%6 Fable is inverted, and farre more
110.H05.004  a blocke afflicts vs nowe, then a storke before.
110.H05.005  stormes chafe, and soone weare out themselues or vs,
110.H05.006  In Calmes, heav'n laughes to see vs languish thus.
110.H05.007  As steady, as I cold wish, my thoughts were,
110.H05.008  smooth as my Mistresse glasse, or what shines there
110.H05.009  y%5e%6 sea is nowe; and as those Iles w%5ch%6 we
110.H05.010  seeke when we can moue our ships rooted be;
110.H05.011  as water did in stormes, nowe pitche runnes out
110.H05.012  as lead when a fyr'd church becomes one spout;
110.H05.013  and all our beauty, and our trim%Me decayes
110.H05.014  like Courts removinge, or like ended playes.
110.H05.015  The lightnings place nowe sea-mens rage supply,
110.H05.016  and all the tacklinge is a frippery.
110.H05.017  Noe vse of Lanthornes, and in one place lay
110.H05.018  Feathers and dust, to day and yesterday:
110.H05.019  earths hollownesses, w%5ch%6 the worlds Lunges are
110.H05.020  haue no more wind, then th' vpper vault of th' ayre;
110.H05.021  we can no lost frendes, nor sought foes recouer,
110.H05.022  but Meteor-like, saue that we moue not, houer;
110.H05.023  Only the Calenture together drawes
110.H05.024  deere frendes, w%5ch%6 meete dead, in the greate fish iawes.
110.H05.025  and on the hatches, as on Altars, lyes
110.H05.026  each one, his owne Preist, and owne Sacrifice,
110.H05.027  who liue, that Miracle to multiply,
110.H05.028  where walkers in hott Ovens, doe not dy.
110.H05.029  yf in despight of this we swim%Me, that hath
110.H05.030  no more refreshinge, then a brimstone Bath;
110.H05.031  but from the sea into the ship we turne,
110.H05.032  like parboild wretches, on the coales to burne:
110.H05.033  like Baiazeth enrag'd, the shepheards scoffe [f.174/p.349]
110.H05.034  and like Slacke-Sinewed Sampson, his hayre of,
110.H05.035  languish our ships: nowe as a Myriade
110.H05.036  of Antes, durst th' Emperours lou'd snake invade.
110.H05.037  they crawlinge Gallyes, Sea-iayles, Finny-chips
110.H05.038  might brave our veneces;[var:venices;] nowe bedrid ships.
110.H05.039  Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine,
110.H05.040  or to disuse me from the queasy paine
110.H05.041  of beinge belou'd and lovinge; or the thirst
110.H05.042  of honour or faire Death out push't me first,
110.H05.043  I loose my end: for heere, as well as I
110.H05.044  a Desperate man may liue, a Coward dy.
110.H05.045  Stagge, dogge, and each w%5ch%6 from or towards flyes,
110.H05.046  is payd' with life or pray, or doinge dyes:
110.H05.047  fate grudges vs all these; and doth vp lay
110.H05.048  a Scourge, 'gainst w%5ch%6 we all forgott to pray.
110.H05.049  He that at Sea prayes for more windes, as well
110.H05.050  vnder the Poles may beg cold, heate in Hell.
110.H05.051  what are we then? howe litle more, alas,
110.H05.052  is a man nowe, then before he was? he was
110.H05.053  nothinge; for vs, we are for nothinge fitt,
110.H05.054  chance or our selves still disproportion it:
110.H05.055  we haue nor will, nor power, nor sence; I lye, 
110.H05.056  I should not then thus feele this Misery.
110.H05.0SS  [Scribal grape design]
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