Spenser uses it not unfrequently "Perdie, Sir Knight," said then the enchanter b'live, "That shall I shortly purchase to your bond.

[Page 152] For if the King like not the Comedie, Why then belike he likes it not perdie.

A cab-horse that has taken fright, Be you a policeman, stop you may; But not a sovereign mad with glee That scampers to the grid, perdie, And not a year that's taken flight; To both 'tis just a grim good night.

There's Tyrrel as sour as I, perdie, So he of you all shall hunt with me; A grimly brace for a hart to see.

1 Come listen, ye students of every degree; I sing of a wit and a tutor perdie, A statesman profound, a critic immense, In short, a mere jumble of learning and sense; And yet of his talents though laudably vain, His own family arts he could never attain. 2 His father, intending his fortune to build, In his youth would have taught him the trowel to wield.

Poet, you feign perdie, the wit of this man lies in his fingers ends, he must tell all; his tongue fills his mouth like a neats tongue, and only serves to lick his hungrie chaps after a purchase: his brains and brimstone are the devils diet to a fat usurers head: To her Knight, to her: clap her aboard, and stow her.

roar'd cook,no fire In his own kitchen, showing phiz more red, Yet whether thus, from guilt he blazed, or ire, Or shame perdie, hath ne'er been sung or said, "Soul of my body!other leg?Well done!