IDENTILIN$$ F10900G|1669|pp. 144-46\EWS\mf(CtY)\5-5-85\P&C:DAS\cd(L)\2000\P:EWS\o(CSmH)\6-14-01\C:JMK\7-20-01;JSC\9-6-01\p:mvf\fs(TxAM)\11-9-07\P:MEL\(Matt)\11-15-07\c:mvf\7-10-08
109.00G.0HE %XTHE STORM. %/%1To%2 Mr. Christopher Brook, %1from the Island voyage%2 %/%1with the%2 E%1arl[sic] of%2 Essex.
109.00G.001 T%+Hou which art I, ('tis nothing to be so)
109.00G.002 Thou which art still thy self, by this shalt know
109.00G.003 Part of our passage; And, a hand, or eye
109.00G.004 By %1Hilliard%2 drawn, is worth a History,
109.00G.005 By a worse painter made; and (without pride)
109.00G.006 When by thy judgment they are dignifi'd,
109.00G.007 My lines are such. 'Tis the preheminence,
109.00G.008 Of friendship only t'impute excellence.
109.00G.009 England, to whom we owe, what we be, and have,
109.00G.010 Sad that her sons did seek a forrain grave
109.00G.011 (For, Fates or Fortunes drifts none can gain-say,
109.00G.012 Honour and misery have one face, and way.)
109.00G.013 From out her pregnant intrails sigh'd a wind
109.00G.014 Which at th'ayres middle marble room did find
109.00G.015 Such strong resistance, that it self it threw
109.00G.016 Downward again; and so when it did view [CW: How,]
109.00G.017 How, in the port, our fleet dear time did leese, [p.145]
109.00G.018 Withering like prisoners, which lie but for fees,
109.00G.019 Mildly it kist our sailes, and fresh, and sweet,
109.00G.020 As, to a stomach starv'd, whose insides meet,
109.00G.021 Meat comes, it came; and swole our sails, when we
109.00G.022 So joy'd, as %1Sara%2'her swelling joy'd to see.
109.00G.023 But 'twas but so kind, as our countrey men,
109.00G.024 Which bring friends one dayes way, and leave them then;[cor: ~: (CSmH,Matt)]
109.00G.025 Then like two mighty Kings, which dwelling farre
109.00G.026 Asunder[cor: ~, (CSmH,Matt)] meet against a third to warre,
109.00G.027 The South and Westwinds[cor: West winds (CSmH,Matt)] joyn'd, and, as they blew,
109.00G.028 Waves like a rowling trench before them threw.
109.00G.029 Sooner than you read this line, did the gale,
109.00G.030 Like shot, not fear'd till felt, our sails assail;
109.00G.031 And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
109.00G.032 Hath now a storms, anon a tempests name.
109.00G.033 %1Jonas%2, I pity thee, and curse those men,
109.00G.034 Who when the storme rag'd most, did wake thee then:
109.00G.035 Sleep is pains easiest salve, and doth fulfill
109.00G.036 All Offices of death, except to kill.
109.00G.037 But when I wak'd, I saw, that I saw not.[cor: ~, (CSmH,Matt)]
109.00G.038 I, and the Sun, which should teach me,'had forgot
109.00G.039 East, West, day, night; and I could only say,
109.00G.040 If the world had lasted, now it had been day.
109.00G.041 Thousands our noyses were, yet we 'mongst all
109.00G.042 Could none by this[cor: his (CSmH,Matt)] right name, but thunder call:
109.00G.043 Lightning was all our light, and it rain'd more
109.00G.044 Then[cor: Than (CSmH,Matt)] if the Sun had drunk the sea before.
109.00G.045 Some coffin'd in their cabbins lie'equally
109.00G.046 Griev'd that they are not dead, and yet must die:[cor: ~.(CSmH,Matt)]
109.00G.047 And as sin-burd'ned souls from graves will creep,
109.00G.048 At the last day, some forth their cabbins peep:
109.00G.049 And trembling ask what news, and do hear so
109.00G.050 As jealous husbands, what they would not know. [CW: Some]
109.00G.051 Some sitting on the hatches, would seem there, [p.146]
109.00G.052 With hideous gazing to fear away fear.
109.00G.053 There note they the ships sicknesses, the Mast
109.00G.054 Shak'd with an ague, and the Hold and Waste
109.00G.055 With a salt dropsie clogg'd, and all our tacklings
109.00G.056 Snapping, like to too-high-stretch'd treble strings.
109.00G.057 And from our totter'd sales rags drop down so
109.00G.058 As from one hang'd in chains a year agoe.
109.00G.059 Yea even our Ordinance plac'd for our defence,
109.00G.060 Strives to break loose, and scape away from thence
109.00G.061 Pumping hath tir'd our men, and what's the gain?
109.00G.062 Seas into seas thrown, we suck in again:
109.00G.063 Hearing hath deaf'd our Sailers, and if they 
109.00G.064 Knew how to hear, there's none knows what to say.
109.00G.065 Compar'd to these storms, death is but a qualme,
109.00G.066 Hell somewhat lightsome, the %1Bermuda%2's calme.
109.00G.067 Darkness lights eldest brother, his birth-right
109.00G.068 Claims o'r the world, and to heaven hath chas'd light
109.00G.069 All things are one: and that one none can be,
109.00G.070 Since all forms uniform deformitie
109.00G.071 Doth cover; so that we, except God say
109.00G.072 Another %1Fiat%2, shall have no more day,
109.00G.073 So violent, yet long these furies be,
109.00G.074 That though thine absence sterve me, 'I[CtY,L,Matt;"me,'I"(CSmH) wish not thee.
109.00G.0SSom
109.00G.0$$ No sts; no ind; HE1 centered, HE2 runs LM to RM, & HE3 ind 2 sps; 1st poem 
in section labeled "LETTERS /%1TO SEVERAL%2 /PERSONAGES."; several apparent press variants 
(including 3 verbals) in CSmH copy checked