Theatre Of Tragedy

A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Popp�a, 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 f�in,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Popp�a, 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

OptimusPrime

Submitted by OptimusPrime at Fri 15 Aug, 2003 3:55 pm

Author: ?
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Language: English
Available on: Aegis (1998)

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