A Man's Homeland Is Wherever He Prospers.

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.

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.

You Vote Yourselves Salaries Out Of The Public Funds And Care Only For Your Own Personal Interests; Hence The State Limps Along.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.

Woman Is Adept At Getting Money For Herself And Will Not Easily Let Herself Be Deceived; She Understands Deceit Too Well Herself.