For a thousand pound. 28 February 2013 (513) |
Our hour Is fully out. 27 February 2013 (512) |
Grazing below, sir. 26 February 2013 (511) |
To sing a requiem 25 February 2013 (510) |
With chaplets on their heads 24 February 2013 (509) |
Unto our gentle senses. 23 February 2013 (508) |
Such another proof 22 February 2013 (507) |
You hear his learning. 21 February 2013 (506) |
What more remains? 19 February 2013 (505) |
Doth such substance give 18 February 2013 (504) |
Comfort in despair! 17 February 2013 (503) |
And fling my wanton arms 16 February 2013 (502) |
And till it be undoubted 15 February 2013 (501) |
Which he not dreams of. 13 February 2013 (500a) |
Playing in the wanton air 13 February 2013 (500) |
In servile tearfulness. 12 February 2013 (499) |
Our discontent 11 February 2013 (498) |
When brewers... 9 February 2013 (497) |
With good advice 8 February 2013 (496) |
The doxy over the dale! 5 February 2013 (495) |
But when we saw our sunshine 4 February 2013 (494) |
A most courteous exposition. 3 February 2013 (493) |
His acts being seven ages. 2 February 2013 (492) |
What honey is expected? 1 February 2013 (491) |