Aristophanes

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.

Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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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.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a read more

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

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.