Below is a short excerpt from Lysistrata, a play by Aristophanes, the comic playwright of ancient Athens, 446 BCE – 386 BCE.
By the two Goddesses, now can't you see
All we have to do is idly sit indoors
With smooth roses powdered on our cheeks,
Our bodies burning naked through the folds
Of shining Amorgos' silk, and meet the men
With our dear Venus-plats plucked trim and neat.
Their stirring love will rise up furiously,
They'll beg our arms to open. That's our time!
We'll disregard their knocking, beat them off--
And they will soon be rabid for a Peace.
I'm sure of it.
Just as Menelaus, they say,
Seeing the bosom of his naked Helen
Flang down the sword.
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