Despight

Definitions

  • Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • Despight de-spīt′ an old form of despite.
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Usage

In literature:

Led of two gryslie villains, th' one Despight, The other cleped Crueltie by name.
"Love and Life" by Charlotte M. Yonge
Despight, ii, 6, resentment; iv, 35, 41, etc., malice, spite, contempt; vii, 49; xi, 17, injury.
"Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I" by Edmund Spenser
O my fame Live in despight of murther!
"Bussy D'Ambois and The Revenge of Bussy D'Ambois" by George Chapman
The seuenth had lyke the gyants that sought to scale heauen in despight of Jupiter, a mount ouerwhelming his head and whole bodie.
"The Unfortunate Traveller, or The Life Of Jack Wilton" by Thomas Nash
Thus, through necessity she hath, at length, Perform'd the task, and in her own despight.
"The Odyssey of Homer" by Homer
Behind these came a fair lady, led by Cruelty and Despight, who goaded and tormented her as she walked.
"Tales from Spenser; Chosen from the Faerie Queene" by Edmund Spencer
He was a Protestant at home, Not onely in despight of Rome.
"The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume I (of 2)" by Richard Crashaw
To run on in despight of the Revulsions and Pul-backs of such Remora's aggravates our transgressions.
"The Works of Sir Thomas Browne" by Thomas Browne
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In poetry:

But the boye, that blynded god
In great despights complaynde:
That one earthe alone they were
That his darte quyte disdaynde:
"The Faire Amarillis" by Edward Dyer
Then on to fairy land, in gay despight,
Upon a zephyr will this elfin ride;
And all the fays do at his lantern light
Their little torches, and the feast provide.
"Will-O'-Wisp" by Charlotte Dacre
Our sad complaints, our sighs and tears,
Make meat nor clothing cheaper:
Vain are our earthly hopes and fears,
This life is but a vapor;
And therefore, in despight of cares,
I'll sing, and dance, and caper.
"The Contented Man's Morice" by George Wither
Since, therefore, 'tis not in my power,
(Though oft I fore-discern them)
To shun the world's despights one hour,
Thus into mirth I'll turn them;
And neither grieve, nor pout, nor lowre,
But laugh, and sing, and scorn them.
"The Contented Man's Morice" by George Wither