Poppea Lyrics

Dream of a funeral. blest temptress- behest me!-
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess- the Devil.
Thine feralgrinth with me, Poppea, be Hell's hap:
Wavlaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant-
Suffer me to tansfix tee:
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thie 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 front_ Poppea, do what thou wilt.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my...