Charles Burney (1726–1814) English music historian
Music, Men and Manners in France and Italy, 1770 (1969) p. 94.
“In Rangoon
The heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch
Or Rye down
And lie down.”
Mad Dogs and Englishmen (1930)
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The heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch
Or Rye down
And lie down." by Noel Coward?
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“… to blow you Scotch beggars back to your native mountains.”
Guy Fawkes (1570–1606) English member of the Gunpowder Plot of 1605
Remark as quoted in "Gunpowder Treason and Plot" (1976) by Cyril Northcote Parkinson. It was said in response to one of the lords of the King's Privy Chamber, who had asked what Fawkes intended to do with such a large amount of gunpowder.
Correspondence of the Kings of Ur, Letter from Shulgi to Puzur-Shulgi about work on the fortress Igi-hursanga http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section3/tr3108.htm
“I bit down three nails rooting for the Heat.”
Gloria Estefan (1957) Cuban-American singer-songwriter, actress and divorciada
comment at Zo's Summer Groove benefit concert in aftermath of Miami Heat winning basketball championship (Miami, July 16, 2006)
2007, 2008
“It's time to lie down and be counted.”
Mixmaster Morris (1965) English ambient DJ
various UK interviews, 1993.
Winston S. Churchill (1874–1965) Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
Variant: Mr.Churchill, to what do you attribute your success in life? Conservation of energy. Never stand up when you can sit down. And never sit down when you can lie down.
“We dissect nature along lines laid down by our native language.”
Benjamin Lee Whorf (1897–1941) American linguist
Source: Language, thought and reality (1956), p. 213.
Czeslaw Milosz (1911–2004) Polish, poet, diplomat, prosaist, writer, and translator
"It Was Winter" (1964), trans. Czesław Miłosz, Robert Hass, Robert Pinsky and Renata Gorczynski
Bobo's Metamorphosis (1965)
Context: And here I am walking the eternal earth.
Tiny, leaning on a stick.
I pass a volcanic park, lie down at a spring,
Not knowing how to express what is always and everywhere:
The earth I cling to is so solid
Under my breast and belly that I feel grateful
For every pebble, and I don't know whether
It is my pulse or the earth's that I hear,
When the hems of invisible silk vestments pass over me,
Hands, wherever they have been, touch my arm,
Or small laughter, once, long ago over wine,
With lanterns in the magnolias, for my house is huge.