Poppaea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress, behest me A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess, the devil Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, 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, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart Of marrow, do na mell, I am Morelle The bosomed titivil travail me a fain Subdue me with thine lote in oneness, make haste yet Displode me in a font, Poppaea, do what thou wilt And the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart Poppaea Poppaea Poppaea Poppaea And the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine And the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart