The angry lover flattereth himselfe with many lyes: And fondly feedeth on such toyes as fancy doth devise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONG, FR. THE LOVER'S PROGRESS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE LAST MAN: EXTREME ACCLIVITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |