The OED also cites ‘delite’ as a noun, though used in a different sense:


  Delay. Also in without delite: without delay; immediately.a1400  (▸a1325)    Cursor Mundi (Vesp.) l. 5790   Þar-to sal be na lang dilite [Vesp. lite, Trin. Cambr. delay].a1500  (▸?c1450)    Bone Florence (1976) l. 868   The pope came wyth owten delyte.

“delite, n.” OED Online. Oxford University Press, March 2021. Web. 11 May 2021.

Note below usage as a noun (in the sense of pleasure) and as a verb:

By the French faction when she vp is cryde;
Of all Angellique excellence the Prime,
Who was so dull that her not Deifide,
To be the onely Master-piece of time:
The prayse of her extended is so wide,
As that thereon a man to heauen might clime:
All tongues and eares inchanted with delite,
When they doe talke, or heare of Margarite.

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White hand Eunica, proud Dynamene,
Ioyous Thalia, goodly Amphitrite,
Louely Pasithee, kinde Eulimene,
Light foote Cymothoe, and sweete Melite,
Fairest Pherusa, Phao lilly white,
Wondred Agaue, Poris, and Nesaea,
With Erato that doth in loue delite,
And Panopae, and wise Protomedaea,
And snowy neckd Doris, and milkewhite Galathaea.

But most of all the damzels doe delite,
When they their tymbrels smyte,

And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet,
That all the sences they doe ravish quite;

Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear’d to mee.
So faire as mote the greatest god delite;
Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace,
Of which the one was blacke, the other white.

With deadly force so in their cruell race
They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,
That at the last, and in short time, I spide,
Under a rocke, where she, alas! opprest,
Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide.
Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie,
Oft makes me wayle so hard a destenie.

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Nymph of the garden where all beauties be,
Beauties which do in excellencie passe,
His who till death lockt in a watry glasse,
Or hirs whom nak’d the Trojan boy did see.
Sweete garden Nymph that keepes the Cherrie tree,
Whose fruit doth far the Hesperian tast surpasse,
Most sweete faire, most faire sweete, do not alasse
From comming neere these Cherries banish mee,
For though full of desire, emptie of wit,
Admitted late by your best graced grace,
I caught at one of them an hungry bit,
Pardon that fault, once more graunt me the place,
And so I sweare even by the same delite,
I will but kisse, I never more will bite.

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