Whitely

15th c., Robert Henryson, The Testament of Cresseid, lines 213-214, The secund steid to name hecht Ethios, Quhitlie and paill […]

[…] among three to loue the worst of all, / A whitly wanton, with a veluet brow, / With two pitch balles stucke in her face for eyes.

I perceive you know him, and am apt to believe also, That you were related one to another; for you have his whitely Look, a Cast like his with your Eye, and your Speech is much alike.

[…] she opened a door which disclosed a staircase so whitely scrubbed that the grain of the wood was wellnigh sodden away by such cleansing.

it is the autumn of a year: When through the thin air stooped with fear, across the harvest whitely peer empty of surprise death’s faultless eyes

an enemy aeroplane flew part of the way with us, and bomb after bomb burst flaming in the fields alongside, until ‘wished morn’ whitely appeared.

Were I to murmur “Yes,” and then “How true, my dear,” and “Yes,” again, And wear my eyes discreetly down, And tremble whitely at your frown, And keep my words unquestioning— My love, you’d run like anything!