English poem
The Liar
by John Donne
Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howers And yet thou swear'st thou hast supp'd like a king: Like Nebuchadnezar perchance with grass and flower, A sallet worse than Spanish dyeting.
More by John Donne
- The Lamentations of Jeremy, for the Most Part According to Tremellius, Chapter IV
- The Lamentations of Jeremy, for the Most Part According to Tremellius, Chapter V
- The Legacy
- The Liar
- The Message
- The Paradox
- The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle, Upon the Hill, on Which It Is Situate
- The Progress of the Soul: First Song