To Invoke Solely The Weaker

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.

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

Meton (astronomer In 5th Century Bc): With The Straight Ruler I Set To Work To Make The Circle Four-cornered .

No Man Is Really Honest; None Of Us Is Above The Influence Of Gain.

It Should Not Prejudice My Voice That I'm Not Born A Man, If I Say Something Advantageous To The Present Situation. For I'm Taxed Too, And As A Toll Provide Men For The Nation.