Hearing hath deaf'd our saylers; and if they
Knew how to heare, there's none knowes what to say.
65Compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme,
Hell somewhat lightsome, and the'Bermuda calme.
Darknesse, lights elder brother, his birth-right
Claims o'r this world, and to heaven hath chas'd light.
All things are one, and that one none can be,
70Since all formes, uniforme deformity
Doth cover, so that wee, except God say
Another Fiat, shall have no more day.