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