Poppæa

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress, behest me
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess, the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppæa, be Hell's hap
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix thee
And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Let me dawt thine twain, and twine 'hem apart

Of marrow, do na mell, I am Morelle
The bosom'd Titivil, travail me, a fáin
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet
Displode me in a font, Poppæa, do what thou wilt

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix thee
And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Let me dawt thine twain, and, twine 'hem apart

And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix thee
And the wench doth bawdness to blow
Let me dawt thine twain, and, twine 'hem apart