Napworn

napworn velvet

1822, Richard Henry Dana, The Idle Man, New York: Wiley & Halsted, “Letter from Town. No. 2,” pp. 56-57, his hat, which had grown nap-worn and round edged through use

He spent long hours in bed, his head hanging over the edge of the covers watching how the purfling of scorpions on the raw and napworn carpet went head and tail.

[…] lichen grew on an ancient fence like an old old sheep’s coat; and stroking it with my hand once made me feel how old and lusterless and napworn you might be.