moist

Will theſe moyſt Trees,

That haue out-liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles

And skip when thou point'ſt out?

[H]aue you not a moiſt eie, a dry hand, a yelow cheeke, a white beard, a decreaſing leg, an increaſing belly? […] and will you yet call your ſelfe yong? fie, fie, fie, ſir Iohn.

Ye Swains, invoke the Pow'rs who rule the Sky,

For a moiſt Summer, and a Winter dry:

For Winter drout rewards the Peaſant's Pain,

And broods indulgent on the bury'd Grain.

He slid a finger in me, checking to make sure I was moist and ready for him.

[T]he moiſt ſtarre,

Vpon whoſe influence Neptunes Empier ſtands,

Was ſicke almoſt to doomeſday with eclipſe, […]

O pardon me, my liege, but for my teares,

The moiſt impediments vnto my ſpeech,

I had foreſtald this deere and deep rebuke, […]

And the moiſt daughters of huge Atlas ſtroue

Into the Ocean deepe to driue their weary droue.