Letra de 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 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; 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 thee:And the wench doth bawdness to blow,Let me dawt thine twain -And, twine 'hem apart.