Original Palindromes Oldest

To last, I bow two bits a lot.

To last, I fret sinister fits a lot.

To last, I milk limits a lot.

To last, I rip spirits a lot.

To last, I use suits a lot.

To last, I weld idle wits a lot.

To last, I wondered, “Now, it’s a lot.

To last, I woo wits a lot.

To last, I bag igloo-fool gigabits—a lot!

To last, I denote virility ’til I rivet on edits a lot.

To last in K-Mart, Stram knits a lot.

To last, RAF, emit noontime farts a lot.

To last, Rebecca, cc Eberts a lot.

“To last, Socrates, use tar (costs a lot).”

To last so, Claire, abuse on a canoe—subaerial—costs a lot.

To last so, credible bona fides used if a Nobel bid, er, costs a lot.

To last, we net effete newts a lot.

To lay a plan, I’m on nominal pay a lot.

To lay a sign, I sit in a sewer, “Are we sanitising?” I say a lot.

“To lay as Nemo—when I am Ed, Reg, Elton, Sid or Rod—is not legerdemain, eh?” women say a lot.

“To lay aside little cares, I ran on a riser a Celt tiled,” I say a lot.

To lay benign erotica packs, I risk capacitor engine by a lot.

To lay-by all lists, I’ll lay-by a lot.

To laze, pass a Pez a lot.

To lazily ape no-one, pay Liz a lot.

To Lem, actors rot Camelot.

To Leo, “Bored Rob, order oboe lot.

To let a lad eye Bosnia, mere remains obeyed a late lot.

To let in a brush, turn Ruth’s urbanite lot.

To let in a brutal fate, get a flat urbanite lot.