a. Chiefly Sc. [see -Y.] Full of conceit: † ingenious, witty, fantastic (obs.); abounding in conceits, or in self-conceit; fussy (U.S. dial.).
1606. Birnie, Kirk-buriall, vi. According to the conceaty resolution of Theodore, who being by the tyrant Lysimachus minassed with the gibbet, answered that his own minzeons only had it to feare and not he, to whom all was one, whether to putrifie aboue, or vpon, or within the earth.
1675. J. Durham, Ten Commandm., To Rdr. D ij a. Time taken to over-costly, curious, vain, and conceaty dressing, and decking, of the body.
1714. G. Lockhart, Mem. Scot. (ed. 2), 99. David, E. of Ln, in the Beginning of his Life, was so vain and conceity, that he became the Jest of all sober Men.
1719. Ramsay, Answer, III., 57, in Poems (1760), 111.
Gin ony four-moud girning bucky | |
Ca me conceity keckling chucky, | |
That we like nags whase necks are yucky, | |
Hae usd our teeth. |
1746. R. Erskine, Serm., cxxxiii., in Serm. & Pract. Wks. (1796), VIII. 272. Self-conceit is self-deceit; and such a conceity person was not fit for Gods table.
1808. Mrs. E. Hamilton, Cott. Glenburnie, 169. The gudeman indeed is a wee conceity like yoursel.
1822. Galt, Steam-boat, xvi. 339. Hes no without a share of common sense, though aiblins a wee conceity of himsel.
1842. Lincoln, Lett., 27 Aug., in Writings (1905) I. 290. Nobody but a Whig could make such a conceity dunce of himself.
1868. J. H. Stirling, in N. Brit. Rev., XLIX. Dec., 366. It [Brownings In a Gondola] is soft and boneless somehow, too long and loose, and, so to speak, conceity.
1873. W. Carleton, Over the Hill to the Poor-House, in Farm ballads, 55.
She was somewhat dressy, an hadnt a pleasant smile | |
She was quite conceity, and carried a heap o style. |
1895. Crockett, Men of Moss-Hags, 262. For brat is but the Scots word for apron, and such a brisk conceity saying was like that very spirited lady, Anne Keith.
1916. Dialect Notes (U.S.) IV. v. 337. conceity, adj. Over-particular. Shes so conceity about her victuals that shes likely to go hungry.
1924. Songs & Ball. Maine Lumberjacks, 57.
Now a shanty-boy, I do love the best, | |
And I never will deny the same, | |
For his heart scorneth those conceity beaus, | |
That call it a disgraceful name. |