‘tis when men drink, they thrive, Grow wealthy, speed their business, win their suits, Make themselves happy, benefit their friends.
Go, fetch me out a stoup of wine, and let me Moisten my wits, and utter something bright. (View Highlight)
O happy man, and rich, Nothing to-day, to-morrow everything!
O mighty ruler of Imperial Athens! (View Highlight)
You’ve already Whatever else a Demagogue requires.
A brutal voice, low birth, an agora training; Why you’ve got all one wants for public life. (View Highlight)
The mischief is that you know anything. To be a Demus-leader is not now For lettered men, nor yet for honest men, But for the base and ignorant. Don’t let slip The bright occasion which the Gods provide you. (View Highlight)
There are things, then, hotter than fire; there are speeches more shameless still Than the shameless speeches of those who rule the City at will. (View Highlight)
Let us praise our mighty fathers, men who ne’er would quake or quail, Worthy of their native country, worthy of Athene’s veil; (View Highlight)