Dampish

All suddenly dim woxe the dampish ayre, / And griesly shadowes couered heauen bright [...].

c. 1600, author unknown, once attributed to William Shakespeare, The Merry Devil of Edmonton, London: J.M. Dent, 1897, Act I, Scene 3 https://archive.org/details/merrydevilofedmo00fabe We'll first hang Enfield in such rings of mist / As never rose from any dampish fen: / I'll make the brinèd sea to rise at Ware, / And drown the marshes unto Stratford Bridge;

Miles of long, dark-brown, dampish-looking galleries stretch away to the right and left, and though devoid of the picturesque festoons of fungi which decorate the London Dock vaults, exhibit a sufficient degree of mouldiness to give them an air of respectable antiquity.

I remember very clearly the feeling of sitting there reading it; the dampish clay of the trench bottom underneath me, the constant shifting of my legs out of the way as men hurried stopping down the trench, the crack-crack-crack of bullets a foot or two overhead.

I was four but I turned four hundred maybe, Encountering the ancient dampish feel Of a clay floor. Maybe four thousand even.

Her hand was warm, lying there in his, dampish, fingers interlaced with his.