IDENTILIN$$  F110O09|Calm|ms. Don.c.54|ff. 9av-9b\JSC\mf\9-27-94\P:EWS\o\6-28-95\C:JSC\'95;7-19-01
110.O09.HE1  A Calme by M%5r%6. I%9ohn%0 /DVNNE
110.O09.001  Our storme is past: and that stormes tirrannous rage
110.O09.002  A stupid Calme, but nothinge it doeth swage.
110.O09.003  The fable is inverted, and farre more
110.O09.004  A blocke afflictes now; then a Storke before.
110.O09.005  Stormes chafe and soone weare out themselues, or vs
110.O09.006  In Calmes, heauens laughes to see vs languish thus.
110.O09.007  As steedye as I can wishe that my thoughtes were
110.O09.008  Smooth as thy mystress Glass; or what shines there
110.O09.009  The sea is now: And on those Isles w%5ch%6 wee
110.O09.010  Seeke when we can moue, or ships rooted bee
110.O09.011  As water did stormes, now pitche runnes out
110.O09.012  As Lead when a fire'd.[sic] Churche becomes a spout
110.O09.013  And all our bewtie and our trym%Me deayes[sic]
110.O09.014  Like Courtes removinge, or like ended playes
110.O09.015  The fightinges place; Now Seamens rags supplye
110.O09.016  And all the tacklinge is a fopperye.
110.O09.017  Noe vse of Lanthornes: and in one place lay %Yfeathers%Z
110.O09.018  Feathers and duste to daye, and yesterdaye
110.O09.019  Earthes hollownesse whiche the worldes Lungs are
110.O09.020  Haue no more wynde, but the vpp%5er%6 vault farre
110.O09.021  We cannot lost frendes nor sought foes recover
110.O09.022  But Meteorlike save that we move not, hover.
110.O09.023  Onely the Calenture together drawes
110.O09.024  Deere freends w%5ch%6 meete dead in great fishes iawes
110.O09.025  And on hatches, as one Altars lies
110.O09.026  Eache one his owne Preist and owne sacrifice.
110.O09.027  Who liue that miracle doe multiplie
110.O09.028  when walkers in hott ovens doe not dye
110.O09.029  If in dispite of this we swymme, that hath
110.O09.030  Noe more refreshinge then our Brimston Bathe
110.O09.031  But from the Sea vnto the ship we turne
110.O09.032  Like parboil'd wretches, on the Coles to burne
110.O09.033  Like BAIAZET encaged the shepherdes scoffe
110.O09.034  And like slacke sinewed SAMSONS haire of
110.O09.035  Languishe our shippes. Now as a Myriade
110.O09.036  Of Antes, dost the Emperors Lou'd snake invade
110.O09.037  The crawlinge Gallies, sea iayles, finny chippes
110.O09.038  Might brave our Venices now bedridd shippes
110.O09.039  Whether a rotten state and hope of gaine
110.O09.040om  
110.O09.041  of beloved and lovinge: or the thirste
110.O09.042  of honor, or faire deathe out=pusht' me first
110.O09.043  I loose my end; for heere, as well as I
110.O09.044  A Desperate may liue and a Coward die
110.O09.045  stay Dogge; and all w%5ch%6 from or towardes flies
110.O09.046  Is paid with life, or pray or doinge dies [CW:om]
110.O09.047  Fate grudges vs all, and doth subtly laye [f.9b]
110.O09.048  A scourge gainst w%5ch%6 we all forget to praye
110.O09.049  He that at Sea prayes for more wynde as well
110.O09.050  Vnder the Poles may begge Colde heat in Hell
110.O09.051  What are we then? How little more alas
110.O09.052  Is man nowe, then before he was; He was
110.O09.053  Nothinge for vs we are for nothinge fitt
110.O09.054  Chaunce or our selues still disproportion it
110.O09.055  Wee haue no will, no power, noe sence, I lye.
110.O09.056  I shoulde not thus feele this miserye.
110.O09.0SSom
110.O09.0$$  %1No ind; "%5er%6" in l.20 is a brevigraph; ll.13-26 in red ink (scribe likes to alternate colors)%2