vel tu Tantalea moveare ad flumina sorte, ut liquor arenti fallat ab ore sitim; vel tu Sisyphios licet admirere labores, difficile ut toto monte volutet onus;.
Though you pity the fate of Tantalus at the river, as the water, vanishing from his parched lips, cheats his thirst, though you stand aghast at the labours of Sisyphus, how his unmanageable load rolls right down the hill:
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