Paroles de 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 (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) Stay my adamant Suffer me to transfix To transfix thee (and the wench) To transfix thee (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 (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) Stay my adamant Suffer me to transfix To transfix thee (and the wench) To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow) Let me dawt thine twain And, twine 'hem apart Poppæa Poppæa Poppæa Poppæa, O! And the wench doth bawdness to blow (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) Stay my adamant Suffer me to transfix To transfix thee (and the wench) To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow) Let me dawt thine twain And, twine 'hem apart And the wench doth bawdness to blow (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) Stay my adamant Suffer me to transfix To transfix thee (and the wench) To transfix thee (doth bawdness to blow) Let me dawt thine twain And, twine 'hem apart