The Lysistrata - Readwise Highlights

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  • I grieve for sake of womankind, Because the men account us all to be Sly, shifty rogues, (View Highlight)
  • And I would cleave my very self in twain Like a cleft turbot, and give half for Peace. (View Highlight)
  • We must abstain—each —from the joys of Love. (View Highlight)
  • I’d walk through fire: only, not give up Love. There’s nothing like it, dear Lysistrata. (View Highlight)
  • O women women O our frail, frail sex ! No wonder tragedies are made from us. Always the same: nothing but loves and cradles. (View Highlight)
  • Scant joy a husband gets Who finds himself at discord with his wife. (View Highlight)
  • I will abstain from Love and Love’s delights. And take no pleasure though my lord invites. And sleep a vestal all alone at nights. And live a stranger to all nuptial rites. I will abjure the very name of Love. So help me Zeus, and all the Powers above. If I do this, my cup be filled with wine. But if I fail, a water draught be mine. (View Highlight)
  • We’ll slay (Like those Seven Chiefs in Aeschylus) a lamb Over a shield. Ca. Nay, when our object’s Peace, Don’t use a shield, Lysistrata, my dear. (View Highlight)
  • They will not bring or threats or fire enough To awe our woman hearts, and make us open These gates again, save on the terms we mentioned. (View Highlight)
  • O dear, how many things in life belie one’s expectations (View Highlight)
  • Ay, by Poseidon, and it serves us right. ‘Tis all our fault: they’ll never know their place, These pampered women, whilst we spoil them so. (View Highlight)
  • why do the rest of our officers feel Always a pleasure in strife and disturbances ? Simply to gain an occasion to steal. (View Highlight)
  • Just as a woman, with nimble dexterity, thus with her hands disentangles a skein, Hither and thither her spindles unravel it, drawing it out, and pulling it plain. So would this weary Heljenic entanglement soon be resolved by our womanly care, (View Highlight)
  • Only let Love, the entrancing, the fanciful, only let Queen Aphrodite to-day Breathe on our persons a charm and a tenderness, lend us their own irresistible sway, Drawing the men to admire us and long for us; then shall the war everlastingly cease, Then shall the people revere us and honour us, givers of Joy, and givers of Peace. (View Highlight)
  • Grey though he be when he comes from the battle- field, still if he wishes to marry, he can. Brief is the spring and the flower of our womanhood, once let it slip, and it comes not again; (View Highlight)
  • Ye want your husbands. And do you suppose They don’t want us} Full wearisome, I know, Their nights without us. (View Highlight)
  • There is nothing so resistless as a woman in her ire. She is wilder than a leopard, she is fiercer than a fire. (View Highlight)
  • Bring those Laconians hither, not with rude Ungenial harshness hurrying them along, Not in the awkward style our husbands used, But with all tact, as only women can. (View Highlight)