Definition of "delect"
delect
verb
third-person singular simple present delects, present participle delecting, simple past and past participle delected
Quotations
For they were gretely delected and enioyed togiders
1510 September 14, [Andrew Chertsey], Ihesus. The Floure of the Commaundementes of God with Many Examples and Auctorytees Extracte and Drawen as Well of Holy Scryptures as of Other Doctours and Good Auncient Faders / the Whiche Is Moche Vtyle and Prouffytable vnto All People., London: […] Wynkyn de Worde, folio CCxxviii, recto
For (many tymes) yt thynge that doeth delect and please: is iudged or supposed profytable / althoughe in dede (moche contrary) it do noy and hurte.
1525 November 28, Rycharde Whytford, The Rule of Saynt Augustyne, Bothe in Latyn and Englysshe, with Two Exposicyons. And Also the Same Rule Agayn Onely in Englysshe without Latyn or Exposicyon, London: […] Wynkyn de Worde
Yf you fortune to come where they ben / & begyn somwhat to delecte in theyr maters: I aduyse you dissimule & take vpon you yt you herde thẽ not / ne set any thynge therby.
1530 December 20, Rycharde Whytforde, A Werke for Housholders / or for Them Yt Haue the Gydynge or Gouernaunce of Any Company. […], London: […] Wynkyn de Worde
The thing in this lyf that delects indures bot a moment.
1588, A. King, transl., Canisius’ Catech., section 211; quoted in “† Delect, v.”, in James A. H. Murray [et al.], editors, A New English Dictionary on Historical Principles (Oxford English Dictionary), volumes III (D–E), London: Clarendon Press, 1884–1928, page 156, column 1
And if in the vast Petegrination of Books, it may please God, that but one delected heart may by any good word in It, be a little lifted vp; […]
1630, I. C., A Handkercher for Parents Wet Eyes vpon the Death of Children. A Consolatory Letter to a Friend., London: […] E[liz.] A[llde] for Michael Sparkes, […]
Returned home, with superfluous lassitude, they delect themselves with their extreme usefulness, relate all they have said or done in the day, to-morrow to renew their impertinent futility.
1809, Sir Brooke Boothby; [6th] Bar[one]t, Fables and Satires, with a Preface on the Esopean Fable, volume II, Edinburgh: […] George Ramsay and Company, for Archibald Constable and Co. Edinburgh; and Constable, Hunter, Park, and Hunter, London, page 219
We had purposed to write an analytical outline of this most splendid treatise, but our limits forbid, and we invite our readers who have not done so to delect themselves with reading it.
1865, E. H., “Milton”, in Colin C. M‘Kechnie, editor, The Christian Ambassador: A Quarterly Review, and Journal of Theological Literature, volume III, London: […] William Lister, […], page 331
This table was indeed the “festive board” of the establishment; it was not expected of the visitors to Breitenbach’s that they should delect themselves elsewhere than at its broad surface.
1867, William Duthie, Proved in the Fire. A Story of the Burning of Hamburg., volume I, London: Charles W. Wood, […], page 108
While Mr. Rogers was thus delecting himself, in anticipation, with R⸺’s execution, Mrs. Grote, by whose side I was sitting on a low stool, quietly unfolded another letter of Sydney Smith’s, and silently held it before my eyes, and the very first words in it were a most ludicrous allusion to Rogers’s cadaverous appearance.
1882, Frances Ann Kemble, Records of Later Life, New York, N.Y.: Henry Holt and Company, page 215
[…] he himself is a very good teacher and demonstrator how I should solace, showing me by example how I should delect myself with that wherein he delighteth, […]
1886, Giovanni Boccaccio, translated by John Payne, The Decameron of Giovanni Boccacci (Il Boccaccio) Now First Completely Done into English Prose and Verse, volume 2, […] the Villon Society […], page 232
I could not but wonder how Henry stands his evenings here; the Polynesian loves gaiety—I feed him with decimals, the mariner’s compass, derivations, grammar, and the like; delecting myself, after the manner of my race, moult tristement.
1890 November 25, Robert Louis Stevenson, Vailima Letters: Being Correspondence Addressed by Robert Louis Stevenson to Sidney Colvin, November 1890—October 1894, volume I, London: Methuen and Co., […], published 1895, page 23
This may seem a harsh judgment to pass on the newspaper-reading public which eagerly purchases and peruses these sheets; on the men of business who hurry over their columns, on the women who study them, on the girls and boys of still tender years who impregnate their minds with all the unsavoriness and all the abominations which are coarsely and crudely told in these debased productions of the publisher’s art, on the workmen who, after a day’s toil, delect themselves in the enjoyment of attacks on all that is best in the world, and in infinite details of all that is worst.
1914, Frederick C[aesar] de Sumichrast, Americans and the Britons, New York, N.Y., London: D. Appleton and Company, page 263
Thank you also for your pamphlet, which I had not yet seen, & with which I shall delect myself the day after tomorrow, en route to Alsace.
1915 August 11, Edith Wharton, edited by Richard Warrington Baldwin Lewis and Nancy Lewis, The Letters of Edith Wharton, New York, N.Y.: Charles Scribner’s Sons, published 1988, page 359
Ah Chew, the patron, and his family were probably drinking rice-brandy or fruit-wine and delecting themselves with birds[-]nest soup with some friends or neighbours; […]
1926 April, Paul Morand, “Archie Spencer: A Tale of the Orient in Which a Dealer in Wild Animals is Miraculously Rescued”, in Vanity Fair, page 98
A gigantic 480-page Morality, like Light in August, is to me profitless and tiresome: a Calvinist moralist, delecting himself with, and turning to good library-sale’s account, scenes of chopping, gashing, hacking, and slitting, is to me ‘abomination’ if it is not ‘bitchery’ – to use the words of one of his more typical figures, ‘Old Doc Hines’.
1934, Wyndham Lewis, “A Moralist with a Corn Cob: A Study of William Faulkner”, in Life and Letters, volume x, page 312, column 1
As such, I for one (to be both personal and nostalgic now) grew up in Austria over fifty years ago and read there my first books: […] Hauff’s Fairy Tales, consumed (how can I forget?) while perched in a neighbor’s backyard cherry tree and delecting myself on their fruit.
1993, Charles S. Merrill, Susan E. Cernyak-Spatz, editors, Language and Culture: A Transcending Bond: Essays and Memoirs by American Germanists of Austro-Jewish Descent, page 74