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A64071 Signal dangers and deliverances both by land and sea comprehending a short account of the siege of Vienna, one of the most memorable in this last age; together with a description of a violent tempest on the Forth / in two small poems by the same hand. Tyler, Alexander.; Tyler, Alexander. Tempest between Burnt-Island and Leith in a boat. 1685 (1685) Wing T3559; ESTC R14474 4,471 18

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had no sooner tender'd some the Test And me the least of all GODS Servants blest When straight a Silence followed in Heaven The Waters wrinkled Visage looked even Like polisht Marble or the smoothest Mirror My Thoughts burst Silence midst a holy Terror What sacred Seer Oaths Benediction's these Whom Heav'n Air Winds and Waves and Seas obeys NExt Morrows Blessing quite another was Nov. 26. On FORTH where many more and I did pass No sooner set we Sail on Board the Blessing When Eolus set a Fowlers Cape on Fishing And while we 're scarce put forth without the Heads Neptune spits o're our Mast his Watry Beads SOoner then you can Wink the furious Gale Like Shott unseen till Felt doth us Assail And what on Shore seems but a Gust to them 'S to Vs a Storm might bear a Tempests name We climb strait Hills of Seas as if we meant T' Invade the Heav'ns and Scale the Firmament And when wee 're on the Waves steep farther Breast Wee seem to seek the Center for our Rest We skipp on Seas proud tops as if we flew Anon plung'd down as if Hells-mouth we plew A Wat'ry Dust the Foaming Billows raise Puffing Rain upwards mingling Clouds with Seas Each Monstrous Mountain Wave still upward hyes With Wat'ry Mouth to kiss and wett the Skyes And underneath so deep a rouling Pit That Hell 's a shallowness compar'd to it THe Sea swells Babels up as if she meant To mingle with Seas above the Firmament Then downward Rowls as if she 'd two Desires To quench Heav'ns highest drown Hells lowest Fires And as if Heav'n Earth Water Air and Spheres Had in a meddly fall'n about our Ears The Vniverse sounds all one Cataract And Nature seems to Chaos at the Crack The great Turks Guns would seem to us but Whispers And loudest Thunders to our Noise were Lispers Ratling of Arms Drums Trumpets Horses nyes Loud Shouts of Armies vanquishd's Victors Cryes Fir'd Ships sprung Mines storm'd Cities dreadful Voices Might all strike Dumb to our loud Roaring Noises Thousands our own Shrikes were Sighs Crys Commands Passers turn Pilots Sailers silent stands Some onward backward some to Seas the Bark Thus floats great Babel in our little Ark Which serves us now for House Church Fortress Beer For all the World to us swims ventur'd here Now hopes of Life and fears of Death take leave And each proud Billow bids a humble Grave WHen as if Earth sigh'd all her Intrals out At her last Gasp meant to blow all Wind out It blew and blew and roar'd and rumbled higher Then Heav'n with overbreathing were t' expire Sooner than you read this three Giant Billows Might Cradled hugest Whales or their Snow Pillows Come on apace each kept his Time and Place As if they meant to Drown us with a Grace THe first came tumbling on our Boats broad-side And knock't us twice her breadth and more aside But vex't that it had wrought's no more Disgrace It spues on us spits in it's Followers face Like hundred Leviathans in a Plump Next made 's near founder with it's dreadful Thump And we to pacify its angry Pride Yield Bow and Fall and ly upon our Side THe third as if some Sluce had drain'd the Deep Rowls o're our Heads laid prostrate at its Feet A sore Convulsion-fitt now shakes our Ship Our Mast an Ague till the Sail down slip A trembling Palsie seiz'd it and our Hould Drunk with the Waves a Salt Hydropsie sweld Like half drown'd Mice we 're with salt Water choakt A Sport to Winds and Waves our Barge scarce rockt It jogg'd a little rose at length by Stealth Unfit to pledge the Seas another Health Now one go down anew without remeed Had quench'd our Drought and drunk and drown'd us Dead We Hull a little then with humbler Sail 'Twixt Life and Death we sculk alongs the Gale WEll Sea-skill'd * The Skippers Name Dowglas and his Sailers had No thoughts but Death amidst their Wat'ry Trade ANd we who Preach to all Contempt of Breath Tremble but to touch the easiest softest Death Unlike th' Apostles we believed then Fearing Sea Monsters Mouths might Fish us Men And Neptunes Tritons ere we parted thence Should proul's by Pole and pick our Peter-pence COurage is still the same on Land at Sea * Claverhouse He who can boldly kill dares bravely die Yet he whose Ire hath smil'd on Seas of Blood Looks pale on Water in his coolest Mood Souldiers stern Fire abhorres the death of Slaves It can't Resist nor Vengeance wreck on Waves Mars crops his Fame on Camps Fields Cities hie But what 's ten thousand Swords against a Sea * Gentlewomen FEmales fall flat and prone if true they say When drown'd their Corps are ever found this Way They ly along on Hatches Hoodwinkt Fac'd Afraid to die in their own presence plac'd THus fall so ly the Horses flat in Hould Aloft their Backs Pitch-Casks with Seas are rowld Casks full and empty troul swim justle knocks Dasht ' gainst the Hatches sides like Ships on Rocks Buckets and Pump are still employ'd in vain Waves into Waves spu'd we drink up again A Land lock't Plash stands prison'd in our Hould Which as we Dance the Waves doth joul and joul Our In-land Gulf shews in Epitomie Both Map and Islands of the Mid-land Sea We slowly trail alongst the Watry Hills Clogg'd with a Pond on Board might sted some Mills The Sea bears us and we bear up a Sea Of many Tunns to Leiths Port Custom free We shake our Ears Hats Cloaths and in a trice We creep on Shore like Water ducked Flies That we scap't Monsters Maws and our last Fishing GOD by good Dowglas gave us 't with a BLESSING DEO REGI ECCLESIAE