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, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apartOf marrow, do na mell, I am Morelle The bosomed titivil travail me a fain Subdue me with thine lote in oneness, make haste yet Displode me in a font, Poppaea, do what thou wiltAnd the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apartPoppaea Poppaea Poppaea PoppaeaAnd the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twineAnd the wench doth bawdness to blow Stay my adamant, suffer me to transfix, to transfix thee (And the wench doth bawdness to blow) to transfix thee Let me dawt thine twain and twine 'em apart