When Men Drink Wine They

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.

One Must Not Try To Trick Misfortune, But Resign Oneself To It With Good Grace.

Old Age Is But A Second Childhood.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

Does It Seem That Everything Is Extravagance In The World, Or Rather Madness, When You Watch The Way Things Go? A Crowd Of Rogues Enjoy Blessings They Have Won By Sheer Injustice, While More Honest Folks Are Miserable And Die Of Hunger.