IDENTILIN$$  F109WN3 Storm|Herbert ms.|ff. 8v-9v|JW\EWS trans\1-25-95\P:T-LP\o\5-5-95\C:JGW\9-16-99; JSC 10-7-99\C:EWS\1-13-15
109.WN3.HE1  Storme.| [LM]To Mr. G.B. /fro%M the ila%Md voy/age with the /E. of Essex.| [f.8v]
109.WN3.001  Thou w%5ch%6 art I (tis nothing to be so)
109.WN3.002  Thou w%5ch%6 art %Y**%Zstill thy selfe, by these shalt know
109.WN3.003  Part of our passage, & a hand or eye
109.WN3.004  By Hilliard drawne, is worth a history
109.WN3.005  By a worse painter made, & without pride
109.WN3.006  When by thy iudgment, they are dignified
109.WN3.007  My lines are such: tis the preheminence
109.WN3.008  Of friendship only, to impute excellence.
109.WN3.009  England to whom we owe what we be & haue
109.WN3.010  Sad that her sonnes did seeke a forraine graue
109.WN3.011  (For fates or fortunes driftes none can soothsay,
109.WN3.012  Honour & misery haue one face & way)
109.WN3.013  From out her pregnant entrailes sight a wind
109.WN3.014  W%5ch%6 at th' ayres middle marble roome did find
109.WN3.015  Such strong resistance.[sic] that it selfe it threw
109.WN3.016  Downward againe, & so when it did uiew
109.WN3.017  How in the port our fleet deer time did leese,
109.WN3.018  Withering like prisoners which ly but for fees
109.WN3.019  Middly it kist our sailes, & fresh & sweet,
109.WN3.020  As to a stomach-steru'd whose insides meet
109.WN3.021  Meet%>>Meat< comes, it came, & swole our sayles, when we
109.WN3.022  So ioyd as Sara her swelling ioyd to see:
109.WN3.023  But twas but so kind, as our cuntrymen
109.WN3.024  W%5ch%6 bring friendes one dayes way, & leaue them then:
109.WN3.025  Then like to mighty Kings w%5ch%6 dwelling farre
109.WN3.026  Asunder, meet against a third to warre
109.WN3.027  The south & west windes ioind, & as they blew
109.WN3.028  Waues like a rouling trench before them threw:
109.WN3.029  Sooner then you read this line, did the gale
109.WN3.030  Like shot, not fear'd, till felt, our sailes assaile
109.WN3.031  And what at first wa>*%>s< cald a gust, the same
109.WN3.032  Hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name. [CW:om]
109.WN3.033  Ionas I pitty thee, & curse those me>m%>n<, [f.9]
109.WN3.034  Who, when the storme rag'd most, did wake thee then:
109.WN3.035  Sleepe is paines easiest salue, & doth fulfill
109.WN3.036  All offices of Death except to kill:
109.WN3.037  But when I wak't, I saw that I saw not
109.WN3.038  I and the sunne, w%5ch%6 should teach me had forgot
109.WN3.039  East, west, day, night, & then I could but say
109.WN3.040  yf the world had lasted now it had been day:
109.WN3.041  Thousands our noises were, yet we mongst all
109.WN3.042  Could none by his right name but thunder call:
109.WN3.043  Lightning was all our light, & it raind more
109.WN3.044  Then yf the sunne had drunke the sea before:
109.WN3.045  Some coffin'd in their cabines ly, equally
109.WN3.046  Grieu'd that they are not dead & yet must dye
109.WN3.047  And as sinn-burdned soules from graues will creepe
109.WN3.048  At the last day some forth theyr cabines peepe,
109.WN3.049  And tremblingly doe ask what newes, & doe heare so
109.WN3.050  Like iealous husbandes what they would not know:
109.WN3.051  Some sitting on the hatches would seem there
109.WN3.052  With hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.WN3.053  There note >%Vthey< the ships sicknesses, the mast
109.WN3.054  Shak't with this ague, & the hold & wast
109.WN3.055  With a salt dropsy clog'd, & all our tacklings
109.WN3.056  Snapping like to high stretch>t%>d< treble strings
109.WN3.057  And from our tattered sayles raine drops downe so
109.WN3.058  As from one hang'd in chaines a yeere a-goe:
109.WN3.059  Euen our ordinance plac'd for our defence
109.WN3.060  Striue to breake loose & scape away from thence
109.WN3.061  Pumpimg hath tir'd our men, & what's the gaine 
109.WN3.062  Seas into seas throwne we suck in againe [CW:om]
109.WN3.063  Hearing hath deaf't our saylers, & yf they [f.9v]
109.WN3.064  Knew how to heare, there's none knowes what to say:
109.WN3.065  Compar'd with these stormes death is but a qualme
109.WN3.066  Hell somewhat lightsome, & the Bermuda calme:
109.WN3.067  Darknes lights elder brother, his birthright
109.WN3.068  Claimes ore this world, & to heauen hath chac'd: [om]
109.WN3.069  All things are one, & that one none can see
109.WN3.070  Since all formes uniforme deformity
109.WN3.071  Doth couer, so that we except God say
109.WN3.072  Another fiat, shall haue no more day: 
109.WN3.073  So uiolent yet long these furies be
109.WN3.074  That though thine absence sterue me, I wish not thee.|
109.WN3.0SS  [om]
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