Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age Are Stylish Today.

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.

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.

One Must Not Try To Trick Misfortune, But Resign Oneself To It With Good Grace.