Children Have A Master To

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

Chorus Of Women: [...] Oh! My Good, Gallant Lysistrata, And All My Friends, Be Ever Like A Bundle Of Nettles; Never Let You Anger Slacken; The Wind Of Fortune Blown Our Way.

Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster That Ever Drew Breath.

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.