The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;
They are polluted offerings, more abhorred
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. [ William Shakespeare ]

How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk. [ William Shakespeare ]

Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea. [ Washington Irving ]

Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow. [ Shakespeare ]