hawt

— 1880, George Washington Cable, The Grandissimes, quoted in William Dean Howells, Heroines of Fiction, Harper and Brothers (1903), page 242, She looked up suddenly and took a quick breath, as if to resume, but her eyes fell before his, and she said, in a tone of half-soliloquy: ‘I ’ave so much troub’ wit dad hawt.’ She lifted one little hand feebly to the cardiac region, and sighed softly, with a dying languor.

— 1896, George Wharton Edwards, Break O’ Day, Ayer Publishing (1969), →ISBN, page 46, “[…] Oh, ’t is, eh? Well, I waant to know — kind o’ hawt in here, ain’t it? Phew!” Again the orange silk handkerchief waved clouds of suffocating musk.

— c'''1560, "Proude Wyues Pater noster", in William Carew Hazlitt (ed.), Remains of the Early Popular Poetry of England, J.R. Smith (1866), pages 157–158, Amen—sayd the other, I pray god it be so, / For ye haue good ynoughe, this I do knowe well, / Of good marchaundise, so mote I the, / As any is here in this countre to sell, / For his degre; but he is a frayde / That he sholde passe his state or loke to hawt, / Than behynde your backes it shulde be sayde, / Yf he fare amyss, that it were all your fawt.

— 2006, Robert Eversz, Zero to the Bone: A Nina Zero Novel, Simon and Schuster, →ISBN, page 24, A few of the comments were marginally pervy, but most were touchingly supportive messages. Ur soooo Hawt!!! One comment read. I can’t believe ur not gonna be a ***.

— c'''1500, anonymous, "Robin Hood and the Potter", in Francis James Child, English and Scottish Ballads, Sampson Low (1861), page 29, “Her het ys merey to be,” seyde Roben, / “For a man that had hawt to spende; / Be mey horne we schall awet / Yeff Roben Hode be ner hande.”