CEASAD, VI 298, [grumbling for lack of a thing]. What keeps food to the fairies is this chiefly. Everything that mortals wish to have and cannot have becomes the portion of the fairies. “I have not got this! I have not got that!” – when we say that, the fairies get what we vainly desire to have. (’S e bheatha a th’aig na sìdhichean, an ceasad a bhios aig muinntir an t-saoghail, A h-uile rud a bhithear a’ ceasad “Cha n-eil sud agam! ’S cha n-eil so agam!” ’s e sin a bhios aig na sìdhichean.) [Cp. Voyage of Máel Dúin, ed. Stokes, Rel. Celt. IX 482, “Nách ní beres cesacht de isin muilind-sa conmelair.”]
CEASADACH, 385, a shuffling fellow, that will admit nothing. ‘S e duine ceasadach fear nach gabhadh ri rud sam bith.
Tha aig Dwelly “concealing or denying one’s good fortune or prosperity; repining, grumbling at one’s lot, or share of anything.”