Maxioms by Aristophanes
Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
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Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Under every stone lurks a politician.
Under every stone lurks a politician.
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.
Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
