Women, You Overheated Dipsomaniacs, Never Passing Up

Lysistrata: Oh, Calonicé, My Heart Is On Fire; I Blush For Our Sex. Men Will Have It We Are Tricky And Sly...calonicé: And They Are Quite Right, Upon My Word!lysistrata: Yet, Look You, When The Women Are Summoned To Meet For A Matter Of The Last Importance, They Lie Abed Instead Of Coming.calonicé: Oh, They Will Come, My Dear; But 'tis Not Easy You Know, For A Woman To Leave The House. One Is Busy Pottering About Her Husband; Another Is Getting The Servant Up; A Third Is Putting Her Child Asleep Or Washing The Brat Or Feeding It.

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

There Is No Honest Man! Not One, That Can Resist The Attraction Of Gold!

Hunger Knows No Friend But Its Feeder.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.