‘a silly, empty, starcht fellow’ (B.E.).
|Hickscorner Ci: I wolde that hell were full of suche prymmes Than wolde I renne thyder on my pynnes As fast as I myght go.|
|Gentleness and Nobility line 926: Trow ye that I care for these nise proude primmys, These paintyd popagays that hold up their chynnys And loke so smoterly.|
|Dict. Canting Crew n.p.: Prim, a silly empty starcht Fellow.|