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And all our beauty, and our trimme, decayes,
Like courts removing, or like ended playes.
The fighting place now seamens ragges supply; 15
And all the tackling is a frippery.
No use of lanthornes; and in one place lay
Feathers and dust, to day and yesterday.
Earths hollownesses, which the worlds lungs are,
Have no more winde then the upper valt of aire. 20
We can nor lost friends, nor sought foes recover,
But meteorlike, save that wee move not, hover.
Onely the Calenture together drawes
Deare friends, which meet dead in great fishes jawes:
And on the hatches as on Altars lyes 25
Each one, his owne Priest, and owne Sacrifice.
Who live, that miracle do multiply
Where walkers in hot Ovens, doe not dye.
If in despite of these, wee swimme, that hath
No more refreshing, then our brimstone Bath, 30
But from the sea, into the ship we turne,
Like parboyl'd wretches, on the coales to burne.
Like _Bajazet_ encag'd, the shepheards scoffe,
Or like slacke sinew'd _Sampson_, his haire off,
Languish our ships. Now, as a Miriade 35
Of Ants, durst th'Emperours lov'd snake invade,
The crawling Gallies, Sea-goales, finny chips,
Might brave our Pinnaces, now bed-ridde ships.
Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine,
Or to disuse mee from the queasie paine 40
Of being belov'd, and loving, or the thirst
Of honour, or faire death, out pusht mee first,
I lose my end: for here as well as I
A desperate may live, and a coward die.
Stagge, dogge, and all which from, or towards flies, 45
Is paid with life, or pray, or doing dyes.
Fate grudges us all, and doth subtly lay
A scourge,'gainst which wee all forget to pray,
He that at sea prayes for more winde, as well
Under the poles may begge cold, heat in hell. 50
What are wee then? How little more alas
Is man now, then before he was?
he was
Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
Chance, or our selves still disproportion it.
Wee have no power, no will, no sense; I lye, 55
I should not then thus feele this miserie.


[The Calme. _1633-69:_ _similarly_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_,
_H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_,
_TCD_]

[4 storke] stroke _1639_]

[7 can wish, that my _1633_, _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TCD:_ could wish that my _Q:_
could wish my _1635-69_, _Chambers, who makes no note of 1633
reading_]

[9 the Iles _1633-69:_ these isles _D_, _H49_, _Lec_,
_Chambers (no note):_ those Iles _B_, _Cy_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_,
_N_, _P_, _Q_, _TCD_]

[11 out: _1635-69:_ out _1633_]

[14 ended] ending _1669_]

[15 ragges] rage _1669_]

[17 No] Now _1669_]

[21 lost] lefte _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_,
_TCD_]

[24 jawes: _1633_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_,
_Lec_, _N_, _Q_, _S_, _TCD:_ mawes, _1635-69_, _O'F_, _P_,
_Chambers_]

[29 these,] this, _L74_, _Q_, _TCD_]

[30 our _1633_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_,
_N_, _S_, _TCD:_ a _1635-69_, _A25_, _P_]

[33 shepheards _1650-69:_ sheepheards _1633-39_]

[37 Sea-goales, (_or_ gayles _&c. _) _1633_, _1669_, _Cy_, _D_,
_H49_, _HN_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TCD:_ Sea-gulls,
_1635-54_, _O'F_, _Chambers:_ Sea-snayles, _B_, _JC_]

[38 our Pinnaces, now _1635-54_, _B_, _O'F:_ our venices, now
_1633_, _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_,
_Q_, _S_, _TCD:_ with _Vinice's_, our _1669_]

[40 Or] Or, _1633-69_]

[44 and a coward _1633_, _MSS. :_ and coward _1635-69:_ a
coward _P_, _S_]

[45 and all] and each _B_, _Q_, _S_]

[48 forget _1633-54_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _P_, _S:_ forgot
_1669_, _A25_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_, _Q_, _TCD_]

[50 poles] pole _JC_, _Q_]

[52-3 he was? he was Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
_1633_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TCD_ (_but MSS. have no stop after_
Nothing): he was, he was? Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing
fit; _1635-54:_ he was, he was? Nothing for us, we are for
nothing fit; _1669_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _Q:_ _but the MSS. have not all got a
mark of interrogation or other stop after second_ he was. _See
note_]




To S^r _Henry Wotton_.


Sir, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules;
For, thus friends absent speake. This ease controules
The tediousnesse of my life: But for these
I could ideate nothing, which could please,
But I should wither in one day, and passe 5
To'a bottle'of Hay, that am a locke of Grasse.
Life is a voyage, and in our lifes wayes
Countries, Courts, Towns are Rockes, or Remoraes;
They breake or stop all ships, yet our state's such,
That though then pitch they staine worse, wee must touch. 10
If in the furnace of the even line,
Or under th'adverse icy poles thou pine,
Thou know'st two temperate Regions girded in,
Dwell there: But Oh, what refuge canst thou winne
Parch'd in the Court, and in the country frozen?