Our storme is past, and that storms
tyrannous
rage,
A stupid calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
A stupid calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
John Donne
To Mr.
Christopher Brooke.
_1633_ (_1635-69 add_
from the Iland voyage with the Earle of Essex): The Storme, A
Storme _or_ Storme; _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_, _TCD_, _W_: _some
add_ To Mr. C: B: _or a longer note to the same effect as
1635-69:_ to S^r Basil Brooke _JC_, _S_]
[2 these _1633 and most MSS. _: this _1635-69_, _O'F_, _S_]
[4 an _1633:_ a _1635-69_]
[7 such: _Ed:_ such. _1633-69_]
[11 soothsay, _1650-54:_ _spelt_ Southsay _1633-39:_ gainsay
_1669_]
[12 and way. _1633_, _1669:_ one way. _1635-54_]
[18 lye] laie _Q_]
[19 fresh _W:_ fresh, _1633-69_]
[20 As _W:_ As, _1633-69_]
[23 'twas _1650-69:_ 'twas, _1633-39_]
[30 fear'd] fear'd, _1633_]
[37 not; _Ed:_ not. _1633-69_]
[38 I, and the Sunne, _1633-69 and most MSS. :_ yea, and the
Sunne, _Q_]
[39 Day, Night, _D_, _W:_ day, night, _1633-69_
could onely say _1633-69:_ could but say _Cy_, _HN_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Q_, _N_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ could then but say _O'F:_
could say _H49_, _Lec:_ should say _D_]
[40 lasted, now _1633_, _1669:_ lasted, yet _1635-54:_ Lasted
yet, _O'F_]
[42 his] this _1669_]
[44 before. ] before; _1633_]
[46 dye; _Ed:_ dye. _1633-69_]
[47 graves _1669_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_,
_N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ grave _1633-54_, _Cy_]
[49 tremblingly _1633_, _A25_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _L74_, _Lec_,
_N_, _TCD_, _W:_ trembling _1635-69_, _Cy_, _JC_, _O'F_, _P_,
_S_]
[50 Like _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_,
_TCD_, _W:_ As _1635-69_]
[53 Then] There _1669_]
[54 this] an _1635-69_]
[56 too-high-stretched _1633_, _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_,
_JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TCD_, _W_ (_MS. spelling
generally_ to _and_ stretcht): too-too-high-stretch'd
_1635-54:_ to too-high-stretch'd _1669_, _B_, _O'F_]
[59 Even our Ordinance _1633 and MSS. :_ Yea even our Ordinance
_1635-69_]
[60 Strive _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _S_,
_TCD_, _W:_ Strives _1635-69_, _Chambers:_ Striv'd _A25_, _B_,
_Cy_]
[66 Hell] Hell's _S_
lightsome] light _B_, _Cy_
and the'Bermuda _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD_,
_W:_ and the Bermudas _B_, _Cy_, _HN_, _P_, _S_, _Q:_ the
Bermudas _1635-54_, _O'F:_ the _Bermuda's_ _1669_]
[67 elder _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_,
_O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ eldest _1633-69_, _B_,
_Lec_]
[68 Claims _1635-69 and MSS. :_ Claim'd _1633_ this _1633_,
_D_, _H49_, _HN_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD:_ the _1635-69_,
_A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_]
THE CALME.
Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,
A stupid calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
The fable is inverted, and farre more
A blocke afflicts, now, then a storke before.
Stormes chafe, and soone weare out themselves, or us; 5
In calmes, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.
As steady'as I can wish, that my thoughts were,
Smooth as thy mistresse glasse, or what shines there,
The sea is now. And, as the Iles which wee
Seeke, when wee can move, our ships rooted bee. 10
As water did in stormes, now pitch runs out:
As lead, when a fir'd Church becomes one spout.
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.
from the Iland voyage with the Earle of Essex): The Storme, A
Storme _or_ Storme; _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_, _TCD_, _W_: _some
add_ To Mr. C: B: _or a longer note to the same effect as
1635-69:_ to S^r Basil Brooke _JC_, _S_]
[2 these _1633 and most MSS. _: this _1635-69_, _O'F_, _S_]
[4 an _1633:_ a _1635-69_]
[7 such: _Ed:_ such. _1633-69_]
[11 soothsay, _1650-54:_ _spelt_ Southsay _1633-39:_ gainsay
_1669_]
[12 and way. _1633_, _1669:_ one way. _1635-54_]
[18 lye] laie _Q_]
[19 fresh _W:_ fresh, _1633-69_]
[20 As _W:_ As, _1633-69_]
[23 'twas _1650-69:_ 'twas, _1633-39_]
[30 fear'd] fear'd, _1633_]
[37 not; _Ed:_ not. _1633-69_]
[38 I, and the Sunne, _1633-69 and most MSS. :_ yea, and the
Sunne, _Q_]
[39 Day, Night, _D_, _W:_ day, night, _1633-69_
could onely say _1633-69:_ could but say _Cy_, _HN_, _JC_,
_L74_, _Q_, _N_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ could then but say _O'F:_
could say _H49_, _Lec:_ should say _D_]
[40 lasted, now _1633_, _1669:_ lasted, yet _1635-54:_ Lasted
yet, _O'F_]
[42 his] this _1669_]
[44 before. ] before; _1633_]
[46 dye; _Ed:_ dye. _1633-69_]
[47 graves _1669_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_,
_N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ grave _1633-54_, _Cy_]
[49 tremblingly _1633_, _A25_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _L74_, _Lec_,
_N_, _TCD_, _W:_ trembling _1635-69_, _Cy_, _JC_, _O'F_, _P_,
_S_]
[50 Like _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_,
_TCD_, _W:_ As _1635-69_]
[53 Then] There _1669_]
[54 this] an _1635-69_]
[56 too-high-stretched _1633_, _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_,
_JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TCD_, _W_ (_MS. spelling
generally_ to _and_ stretcht): too-too-high-stretch'd
_1635-54:_ to too-high-stretch'd _1669_, _B_, _O'F_]
[59 Even our Ordinance _1633 and MSS. :_ Yea even our Ordinance
_1635-69_]
[60 Strive _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _S_,
_TCD_, _W:_ Strives _1635-69_, _Chambers:_ Striv'd _A25_, _B_,
_Cy_]
[66 Hell] Hell's _S_
lightsome] light _B_, _Cy_
and the'Bermuda _1633_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD_,
_W:_ and the Bermudas _B_, _Cy_, _HN_, _P_, _S_, _Q:_ the
Bermudas _1635-54_, _O'F:_ the _Bermuda's_ _1669_]
[67 elder _A25_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _HN_, _JC_, _L74_, _N_,
_O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_, _TCD_, _W:_ eldest _1633-69_, _B_,
_Lec_]
[68 Claims _1635-69 and MSS. :_ Claim'd _1633_ this _1633_,
_D_, _H49_, _HN_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD:_ the _1635-69_,
_A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _S_]
THE CALME.
Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,
A stupid calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
The fable is inverted, and farre more
A blocke afflicts, now, then a storke before.
Stormes chafe, and soone weare out themselves, or us; 5
In calmes, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.
As steady'as I can wish, that my thoughts were,
Smooth as thy mistresse glasse, or what shines there,
The sea is now. And, as the Iles which wee
Seeke, when wee can move, our ships rooted bee. 10
As water did in stormes, now pitch runs out:
As lead, when a fir'd Church becomes one spout.
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.
