Mix And Knead Together All The State

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

Comedy Is Allied To Justice.

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.

Calonice: My Dear Lysistrata, Just What Is This Matter You've Summoned Us Women To Consider.what's Up? Something Big? Lysistrata: Very Big. Calonice: (interested) Is It Stout Too? Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, Indeed -- Both Big And Stout. Calonice: What? And The Women Still Haven't Come? Lysistrata: It's Not What You Suppose; They'd Come Soon Enough For That.