If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
Be merry if you are wise.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.