[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.

All we have to do is idly sitindoorsWith smooth roses powderedon our cheeks,Our bodies burning nakedthrough the foldOf shining Amorgos' silkand meet the menWith our dear Venus-platsplucked trim and neat.Their stirring love will rise up furiously,They'll beg our arms toopen. That's our time!We'll disregard their knockingbeat them offAnd they will soon be rabidfor a PeaceI'm sure of it.

MAGISTRATEDon't men grow old?LYSISTRATANot like women. When a man comes homeThough he's grey as grief he can always get a girl.There's no second spring for a woman. None.She can't recall it, nobody wants her, howeverShe squanders her time on the promise of oracles,It's no use...

A man may learn wisdom even from a foe.

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

Words give wings to the mind and make a man soar to heaven.

Do not bandy words with your father, nor treat him as a dotard, nor reproach the old man, who has cherished you, with his age.

There is no honest man! not one, that can resist the attraction of gold!

A slave is but half a man.