Daggle

I ne'r vvith VVits and VVitlings paſt my days, / To ſpread about the Itch of Verſe and Praiſe, / Nor like a Puppy daggled thro' the Tovvn, / To fetch and carry Sing-ſong up and dovvn; […]

There is a damp air of decay about them, and you get the impression that if you looked closely you would see the cobwebs hanging from their coat-elbows, or forming a fringe from their daggling dress.

The warrior's very plume, I say, / Was daggled by the dashing spray.