| Let there be fifty such if it's not so severe |
EASES |
| M in us? |
LESS |
| Need this have followed around us? |
ENSUED |
| One cuts this into various dimensions, by the sound of it |
INCISES |
| One is softly amorous up in the air |
PLOVER |
| Set it broke in the duet |
DESTITUTE |
| She might have a lid for protection |
SHIELD |
| Talk of rubbish, as is one's wont |
REFUSE |
| Ted is about to be sick of being so cultivated |
TILLED |
| That's enough to spilt Ireland - Gee! - into submitting |
RENDERING |
| The Emperor on the fiddle (4), |
NERO |
| The sound of P and T for the brave |
TEPEE |
| The sprite of the tempest, by the sound of it, gets the waves |
AERIAL |
| Too dry to leave five hundred trees there |
DESERT |
| Up to get the knight back at first |
RISEN |
| What a row from the sound of the shed! |
TIER |
| Will it stick to the strap around the South? |
RESIN |
| With your lug your soiled, perhaps |
EARTHY |