It Is Bad Taste For A Poet

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.

You Can't Have Anything Else To Say: You've Poured Out Every Drop Of What You Know.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.

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.

Love Is Merely The Name For The Desire And Pursuit Of The Whole.