But he who would provoke me should remember
That those who rifle wasps’ nests will be stung!

Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.
Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.
Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
Katherine: In his tongue.
Petruchio: Whose tongue?
Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Beware of those who are stingy, for they would rather sting you than give you anything.

I might be ready to embrace a snake, but, if one comes to bite you, I should kill it and protect you.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.

For if I wimp my wing on thine. Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.

I coiled my empty straw wrapper around like a snake. Then I bit it before it could bite me. My love is as dangerous as my drinking habits.

Beware the Wrath of a Patient Adversary.

The Sting of a Reproach, is the Truth of it.

A wasp seated himself upon the head of a Snake and, striking him unceasingly with his stings, wounded him to death. The Snake, being in great torment and not knowing how to rid himself of his enemy, saw a wagon heavily laden with wood, and went and purposely placed his head under the wheels, saying, “At least my enemy and I shall perish together.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

If ruining the only religious icon I have leaves me vulnerable to Martian vampires, I'll have to risk it.