“And I've swallowed, I grant, a beer of lot -
But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.”
J. C. Squire (1884–1958) British poet, writer, historian, and literary editor
Ballade of Soporific Absorption (1931).
Letter to William Ewart Gladstone (20 October 1853), quoted in Philip Guedalla (ed.), Gladstone and Palmerston, being the Correspondence of Lord Palmerston with Mr. Gladstone 1851-1865 (London: Victor Gollancz, 1928), pp. 95-96.
1850s
“And I've swallowed, I grant, a beer of lot -
But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.”
J. C. Squire (1884–1958) British poet, writer, historian, and literary editor
Ballade of Soporific Absorption (1931).
“I don't think I've drunk enough beer to understand that.”
Terry Pratchett book The Last Continent
Source: The Last Continent
“I'm only a beer teetotaler, not a champagne teetotaler. I don't like beer.”
George Bernard Shaw book Candida
Candida, Act III
1890s
Robert Fulghum book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
Source: All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
Craig Ferguson (1962) Scottish-born American television host, stand-up comedian, writer, actor, director, author, producer and voice a…
Thomas Frank book What's the Matter with Kansas?
Ibid. (p. 118).
What's the Matter with Kansas? (2004)
“Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer”
Henry Lawson (1867–1922) Australian writer and poet
“They who drink beer will think beer.”
Washington Irving book The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.
"Stratford-on-Avon".
The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon (1819–1820)
“Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.”
Source: The Crucible (1953)
Context: Proctor: You will not judge me more, Elizabeth. I have good reason to think before I charge fraud on Abigail, and I will think on it. Let you look to your own improvement before you go to judge your husband any more. I have forgot Abigail, and —
Elizabeth: And I.
Proctor: Spare me! You forget nothin' and forgive nothin.' Learn charity, woman. I have gone tiptoe in this house all seven months since she is gone. I have not moved from there to here without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round your heart. I cannot speak but I am doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I come into this house!
Elizabeth: I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John — only somewhat bewildered.
Proctor: Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer!