 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) |