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R23856 NOthing but Air and Water is in sight; / (I am no Poet here, since Truth I wright.) Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 11074 A Description of a Great Sea-Storm, / That happened to some Ships in the Gulph of FLORIDA, in September last; Drawn up by one of the / Company, and sent to his Friend at London. A Description of a Great Sea-Storm, That happened to some Ships in the Gulph of FLORIDA, in September last; Drawn up by one of the Company, and sent to his Friend at London. A Description of a Great Sea Storm, That happened to some Ships in the Gulf of FLORIDA, in September last; Drawn up by one of the Company, and sent to his Friend at London. Printer Thomas Milbourn 1671-1671 Dorman Newman

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THE STORME.
NOthing but Air and Water is in sight; (I am no Poet here, since Truth I wright.) When Eolus with his Iron whistle Rouzes The blustring breathings from their Airy houses, Which like to Libertines let loose, will know No Law to guide them, but begin to blow The Sea to swell her teaming Womb, brings forth Wave after wave, and each of greater birth: Waves grow to Surges, Surges Billowes turn; The Ocean is all Timpany, the Urn Of water is a brimmer; Neptune drinks So full a Cup it over-runs the brinks. To Amphetrites Health, the proud waves dash At Heaven as though its Cloudy Face twould wash: Or sure the lower Water now was bent To mix with that above the Firmament; Or the cold Element did go about To put the Element of Fire out. Our Ship now under water seems to sayle Like to a drowned Tost in John Cooks Ale. The Sea rould up in Mountains: O! tis such Your Cottsall-Hills a Wart, ift be so much, Which fall again into such hollow Vales I thought Ide crost the Sea by Land ore Wales; And then to add Confusion to the Seas, The Saylers speak such Babel words as these: Hale in maine Bowlin, Mizen tack aboard; A Language, like a Storm, to be abhorrd: I know not which was loudest, their rude Tongues, Or the Bigg Winds with her whole Cards of Lungs. So hideous was the Noise, that one might well Fancy himself to be with Souls in Hell; But that the Torments differ, those Souls are With Fire punisht, we with Water here. Our Helme that should our Swimming-Colledge sway, We lasht it up, lest it should run away. Have you a Hedge seen hung with Beggars Fleeces? So hung our tattered Mainsaile down in pieces.
Our Tackling crackt as if it had been made To string some Fiddle, not the Sea-mans Trade. Whilst her own Knell the Sea-sick Vessel Rings, In breaking of her Ropes, the Ships Heart-strings, As to repent, but never to amend; So we pumpt th Ship, even to as little end; For all the water we pumpt out with pain, The Sea returns with scorne, and more again. The Guns we carryd to be our Defence, Heaven thunderd so, it almost scard them thence; And yet to Heaven for this give thanks we may, But for its Lightning we had had no Day. The dropy Clouds drinking Salt water sick, Did spew it down upon our Heads so thick; That twixt the lowr and upper Seas that fell, Our Ship a Vessel seemd, and we Mackrell. Pickld in Brine, and in our Cabines lye Soust up for Lasting Immortality. The Fear of being drowned, made us wish Our selves transpeciated into Fish. Indeed this Fear did so possess each one, All lookt like Shotten-Herring, or Poor-John: Nay of our Saving, there was so much doubt, The Masters Faith begun to tack about; And had he perisht in this doubtful Fit, His Conscience sure (with his own Ship) had split. For which way into Heaven could his Soul Steer, Starboard or Larbord that still cries, No neer? But we were in great Danger, you will say, If Sea-men once begin to Kneele, and Pray; What Holy Church nere could, Rough Seas have done, Made Sea-men buckle to Devotion, And force from them their Letany, whilst thus They whimper out, Good Lord deliver us! So pray I too, good Lord deliver thee, Dear Friend, from being taught to Pray at Sea. Be wise, and keep the Shoar then, since you may Go in by Land to your VIRGINIA.
Licensed, August the 5th. 1671. Roger LEstrange. London, Printed by Thomas Milbourn, for Dorman Newman, at the Kings Armes in the Poultry, 1671.