IDENTILIN$$ F110NY1|Calm|John Cave ms.|pp. 41-42\KJH\mf\7-2-94\P:EWS\o\4-7-95\C:JSC\'95; 11-15-00
110.NY1.HE1 %XTHE CALME
110.NY1.001 Our storme is past & that stormes tyrannouse rage
110.NY1.002 A stupid calme succeeds, w%5c%6h nought doth swage.
110.NY1.003 The ffable is inuerted; & far more
110.NY1.004 A blocke afflicts now then a storke before.
110.NY1.005 Stormes chafe & soone weare out themselus or vs
110.NY1.006 In calmes heauen laughes to see vs languish thus:
110.NY1.007 As steddy as I can wish my thoughts were
110.NY1.008 Smooth as thy M%5rs%6 glasse, or w%5t%6 shines there
110.NY1.009 The sea is now; and as those Iles w%5c%6h wee
110.NY1.010 Seeke when we can mooue, our shipps rooted bee
110.NY1.011 As waters did in stormes, now pitch runs out
110.NY1.012 As leade when a fir'd Church becomes one spoute
110.NY1.013 And all o%5r%6 beutie and o%5r%6 trimme decayes
110.NY1.014 Like Courts remoouing, or like ended playes.
110.NY1.015 The fighting place the seamens raggs supplie
110.NY1.016 And all the tackling is a fripperie.
110.NY1.017 Noe vse of lanthornes; and in one place laye
110.NY1.018 ffeathers & dust to day & yesterday.
110.NY1.019 Earth's hollownesse w%5c%6h the worlds lungs are
110.NY1.020 Haue noe more wind then the vpper vault of ayre
110.NY1.021 We can nor lost freinds, nor sought foes recouer
110.NY1.022 But meteorlike (saue y%5t%6 we mooue) we hou%5r%6.
110.NY1.023 Only the %1Calenture%2 togeth%5r%6 drawes
110.NY1.024 Deare freinds w%5c%6h meet dead in great fishes iawes.
110.NY1.025 And on the hatches as on alters lyes
110.NY1.026 Each one his own preist & one sacrifice.
110.NY1.027 Who liue that miracles doe multiplye
110.NY1.028 Where walkers in hott ouens doe not die?
110.NY1.029 If in despight of this we swimme, that hath [CW:Noe#more]
110.NY1.030 Noe more refreshing then our brimstoane bath. [p.42]
110.NY1.031 But from the sea into the sea we turne,
110.NY1.032 Like parboyld wretches on the coales to burne
110.NY1.033 Like %1Baiazet%2 in cage the sheapheards scoffe
110.NY1.034 Or like slack=sinew'd %1Sampson%2 his heire of
110.NY1.035 Languish o%5r%6 shipps. Now as a myriade
110.NY1.036 Of Ants durst th' Emperours lou'd snake inuade
110.NY1.037 The crawling Gallies, sea=snayles, finny=Chipps
110.NY1.038 Might braue o%5r%6 %1Venices%2, no%5w%6 bedrid shipps
110.NY1.039 Whither a rotten state & hope of gayne
110.NY1.040 or to disease me from the quesye paine
110.NY1.041 of beeing belou'd & louinge, or the thirst
110.NY1.042 of hono%5r%6 or fayre death outpush'd me first
110.NY1.043 I loose my end, for heer as well as I
110.NY1.044 A desperate may liue a coward die.
110.NY1.045 Stagg dogg, & each w%5c%6h from or toward flies
110.NY1.046 Is pay'd w%5t%6h lyfe or pray, or doing dyes
110.NY1.047 Fate grudgeth vs all, and doth subtly lay
110.NY1.048 A scourge 'gainst w%5c%6h we all forgott to pray.
110.NY1.049 He y%5t%6 at Sea prayes for more wind as well
110.NY1.050 Vnder the Pole may begg cold, heate in hell.
110.NY1.051 What are we then? how little more (alasse)
110.NY1.052 Is man now, then before he was, he was?
110.NY1.053 Nothing for vs, we are for nothing fitt,
110.NY1.054 Chance or ourselus still disproportion it.
110.NY1.055 We haue nor will, nor powre, nor sence. I lye
110.NY1.056 I should not then thus feele this miserye.
110.NY1.0SS %1Finis The Calme /Io: Donn.%2 /[whirlwind flourish]
110.NY1.0$$ %1Ll. numbered in LM every 5 ll. by scribe; running head%2: %1The Calme.%2