The wise learn many things from their enemies.
First listen, my friend, and then you may shriek and bluster.
Even if you persuade me, you won’t persuade me.
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.
The truth is forced upon us, very quickly, by a foe.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: can't live with them, or without them!