The Collaborative International Dictionary
Moste \Mos"te\, obs.
imp. of Mote.
--Chaucer.
Mot \Mot\ (m[=o]t), v. [Sing. pres. ind. Mot, Mote, Moot (m[=o]t), pl. Mot, Mote, Moote, pres. subj. Mote; imp. Moste.] [See Must, v.] [Obs.] May; must; might.
He moot as well say one word as another
--Chaucer.
The wordes mote be cousin to the deed.
--Chaucer.
Men moot [i.e., one only] give silver to the poore
freres.
--Chaucer.
So mote it be, so be it; amen; -- a phrase in some rituals, as that of the Freemasons.
Wikipedia
Moste may refer to a number of settlements in Slovenia:
- Moste, Ljubljana, a neighborhood of Ljubljana
- Moste, Žirovnica, a village in the Municipality of Žirovnica
- Moste, Komenda, a settlement in the Municipality of Komenda
Usage examples of "moste".
And help me God so at my moste need As causeless ye suffer all this dread!
But atte laste speken she bigan, And mekely she to the sergeant preyde, So as he was a worthy gentil man, That she moste kisse hire child, er that it deyde, And in hir barm this litel child she leyde, With ful sad face, and gan the child to kisse, And lulled it, and after gan it blisse.
He seyde he lovede, and was biloved no thyng, Of swich matere made he manye layes, Songes, compleintes, roundels, virelayes, How that he dorste nat his sorwe telle, But langwissheth, as a furye dooth in helle, And dye he moste, he seyde, as dide Ekko For Narcisus, that dorste nat telle hir wo, In oother manere than ye heere me seye, Ne dorste he nat to hir his wo biwreye, Save that paraventure som tyme at daunces, Ther yonge folk kepen hir observaunces, It may wel be he looked on hir face, In swich a wise as man that asketh grace.
The nyght cam, and to bedde moste she gon With hir housbonde, as ofte is the manere, And pryvely to hym she seyde anon, "O sweete and wel biloved spouse deere, Ther is a conseil, and ye wolde it heere, Which that right fayn I wolde unto yow seye, So that ye swere ye shul me nat biwreye.
But all be that he was a philosopher, Yet hadde he but little gold in coffer, But all that he might of his friendes hent*, *obtain On bookes and on learning he it spent, And busily gan for the soules pray Of them that gave him wherewith to scholay* *study Of study took he moste care and heed.
When Phoebus dwelled here in earth adown, As olde bookes make mentioun, He was the moste lusty* bacheler *pleasant Of all this world, and eke* the best archer.
And to the tree she gooth ful hastily, And on this faucoun looketh pitously, And heeld hir lappe abrood, for wel she wiste The faucoun moste fallen fro the twiste, Whan that it swowned next, for lakke of blood.
But nathelees, I thoughte he was so trewe, And eek that he repaire sholde ageyn Withinne a litel while, sooth to seyn, And resoun wolde eek that he moste go For his honour, as ofte it happeth so, That I made vertu of necessitee, And took it wel, syn that it moste be.