Wight

The man that hath no love of chess/Is truth to say a sorry wight.

O bace gongarian wight, wilt thou the ſpicket willd?

Oh ſay me true if thou wert mortal wight And why from us ſo quickly thou didſt take thy flight.

But woe betide the wandering wight, / That treads its circle in the night.

In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, "tarried," in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity.

Some gamesome wights will tell you that they have to plant weeds there, they don’t grow naturally; [...]

"Who is the miserable little wight?" he asked. He was told her name and dignity.

[…]Alaeddin ate and drank and was cheered and after he had rested and had recovered spirits he cried, "Ah, O my mother, I have a sore grievance against thee for leaving me to that accursed wight who strave to compass my destruction and designed to take my life. Know thou that I beheld Death with mine own eyes at the hand of this damned wretch, whom thou didst certify to be my uncle;[…]