Poppea

LETRA

Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
a funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the devil,
thine feral grith with me, poppea, 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 - poppea, 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.