Words Give Wings To The Mind And

Do Not Take A Blind Guide.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

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

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.