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! — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream. — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
If you strike upon a thought that baffles you, break off from that entanglement and try another, so shall your wits be fresh to… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
“LYSISTRATA By the Goddesses, you'll find that here await you Four companies of most pugnacious women Armed cap-a-pie from the topmost louring curl To… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Thou shouldst not decide until thou hast heard what both have to say. — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Only by being suspended aloft, by dangling my mind in the heavens and mingling my rare thought with the ethereal air, could I ever… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
“You [demagogues] are like the fishers for eels; in still waters they catch nothing, but if they thoroughly stir up the slime, their fishing… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Tis not for us to warn a wilful sinner; We stay him not, but let him run his course, Till by misfortunes rous'd, his… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
Women, you overheated dipsomaniacs, never passing up a chance to wangle a drink, a great boon to bartenders but a bane to us--not to… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
“LYSISTRATA You know how to work. Play with him, lead him on, Seduce him to the cozening-point—kiss him, kiss him, Then slip your mouth… — Aristophanes Copy Share Image
[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. — Aristophanes Copy Share Image