  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) |