I used to spend afternoons reading in bed.

As a boy I used to lie on my back on the grass and look at the white clouds.

He used to lie in the lilac arbor at the summer house.

She lay down more often, and finally can't even get up.

There, there, now.

Who is he? One of your mother's lovers.

Lie down. Stay lying down.

Please lie still. You must.

No, you go upstairs and lay down.

I need to put myself in a horizontal position.

Well, at least you get indoors once in a while and off your feet.

Or back in the barnstorming days, sleeping under the wing of my old Jenny by a windmill that pumped sweet water out of a Kansas prairie.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid. Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.

When you lie down, you will not be afraid. Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.

I have this neighbor that keeps me in touch with this, because he's living, usually on his back, looking up at those grasses.

Lie down, please.

On your belly.

Lie down.

Lie back.

You lie down.

Hello?

Just lie down.

Stay down.

He laid on his back.

Lie down, please.

Please lie down.

Lie still. Please.

Just lie down.

Don't lie down

I want to see the boss.

Lie still.

Do lie down for a bit.

Let me... Let me lie down.

Lie down for awhile.

Lie down, sweetheart.

I have to lie down for a moment.

Lie down, Jo.

Lie down. Go on.

On her bed

Haha! Down, Lord.

Want to lay down?

Lie still!

Lie still.