[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.
What can you answer? Now be careful, don’t arouse my spite, Or with my slipper I’ll take you napping,faces slappingLeft and right.
[Y]ou possess all the attributes of a demagogue; a screeching, horrible voice, a perverse, crossgrained nature and the language of the market-place. In you all is united which is needful for governing.
You [demagogues] are like the fishers for eels; in still waters they catch nothing, but if they thoroughly stir up the slime, their fishing is good; in the same way it’s only in troublous times that you line your pockets.
If it is necessary for us to do anything [in view of peace], direct us and architect.πρὸς τάδ’ ἡμῖν, εἴ τι χρὴ δρᾶν, φράζε κἀρχιτεκτόνει.
There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed. She calmly goes her way where even panthers would be shamed.
Lysistrata: To seize the treasury; no more money, no more war.
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.
Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don’t believe in the gods. What’s your argument? Where’s your proof?
Chorus of old men: How true the saying: ‘Tis impossible to live with the baggages, impossible to live without ’em.
It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls
The truth is forced upon us very quickly by a foe.
Thou shouldst not decide until thou hast heard what both have to say.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can’t live with them, or without them.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Why, I’d like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.