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Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me!
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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.
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