Soilure

He merits well to haue her, that doth seeke her, Not making any scruple of her soylure […].

Much more powerful than moral enthusiasm is the disinclination of the immaculate flesh to risk the soilure of the streets.

Passion here is a soilure of the wits, We're told, and Love a cross for them to bear ...

[…] the fire which was to have lasted to the end of them, before which in the days before he was able to buy the stove he would enter after his four-mile walk from the mill and find her, the shape of her narrow back and haunches squatting, one narrow spread hand shielding her face from the blaze over which the other hand held the skillet, had already fallen to a dry, light soilure of dead ashes when the sun rose yesterday […]