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.
Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
First listen, my friend, and then you may shriek and bluster.
Under every stone lurks a politician.
Characteristics of a popular politician: a horrible voice, bad breeding, and a vulgar manner.
Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh?