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.