We Got A Little Rule Back Home:

A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

'yea And I Beheld Sisyphus In Strong Torment, Grasping A Monstrous Stone With Both His Hands. He Was Pressing Thereat With Hands And Feet, And Trying To Roll The Stone Upward Toward The Brow Of The Hill. But Oft As He Was About To Hurl It Over The Top, The Weight Would Drive Him Back, So Once Again To The Plain Rolled The Stone, The Shameless Thing. And He Once More Kept Heaving And Straining, And The Sweat The While Was Pouring Down His Limbs, And The Dust Rose Upwards From His Head.