Poppæa Lyrics
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
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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
