- Rhymes: -aɪm
betime (not comparable)
1868, Mary Frances Cusack, An Illustrated History of Ireland from AD 400 to 1800:
- Send succours (lords), and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow uncurable; For being green, there is great hope of help."
1907, Michael Drayton, Minor Poems of Michael Drayton:
- Her feature all as fresh aboue, As is the grasse that grows by Doue, as lyth as lasse of Kent: Her skin as soft as Lemster wooll, As white as snow on peakish hull, or Swanne that swims in Trent. 30 This mayden in a morne betime, Went forth when May was in her prime, to get sweet Cetywall, The hony-suckle, the Harlocke, The Lilly and the Lady-smocke, to decke her summer hall.