Chorus Of Women: [...] Oh! My Good,

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.

When The Soldier Returns From The Wars, Even Though He Has White Hair, He Very Soon Finds A Young Wife. But A Woman Has Only One Summer; If She Does Not Make Hay While The Sun Shines, No One Will Afterwards Have Anything To Say To Her, And She Spends Her Days Consulting Oracles That Never Send Her A Husband.

What Unlooked-for Things Do Happen, To Be Sure, In A Long Life!