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Thousands our noyses were, yett wee mongst all Could none by his right name but thunder call; Lightninge was all our light; and it raind more Then if the Sun had drunck the Sea before. Some coffind in their Cabbins lye, Equallie, Greeud, that they are not dead, and yet mvst die; And as sin burdened Soules from Graues will creepe At the last daie, some forth their Cabbins peepe. And tremblingly ask what newes, and doe heere Like ielous husbands what, they would not knowe, Some sittinge on the hatches, would seeme there With hideous gapeinge to feare a way feare Then note they the Ships sicknesses, the Maste Shakd with this Ague, and the hold, and waste With a salte dropsie cloyd, and all our tacklinges Snappinge a sunder like high strecht treble stringes And from our totered Sailes rags drop downe soe As from one hangd in chaines a yeare agoe Even our Ordenance placd for our defence Striue too breake loose, and scape a waie from thence. Pumpinge hath tird our men, and, whats the gaine Seas into seas throwne wee suck in againe; Heeringe hath deft our Saylours; and if they Knew how to heer, theres none knew what to saye Compard to these stormes, death is but a qualme Hell some what lightsome, and the Bermuda calme Darkeness, lights elder Brother, his birth=Right Claimes ore this Worlde, and to heaven hath chasd light All thinges are one, and that one none cann bee Since all formes Vniforme deformitie Doth couer such as wee except, God saie [CW: Another] |
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