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] 109.WN3.0$$ no ind