oily

There were no breakers and no waves, for not a breath of wind was stirring. Only a slight oily swell rose and fell like a gentle breathing, and showed that the eternal sea was still moving and living.

His clothes were apt to look oily and smell of eating-houses.

[…] for I want that glib and oily art

To speak and purpose not, since what I well intend,

I’ll do’t before I speak […]