ABSTRACT
There, too, the hard-tasked Sisyphus I saw, / Thrusting before him, strenuous, a vast rock. / With hands and feet struggling, he shoved the stone / Up to a hill-top; but the steep well-nigh / Vanquished, by some great force repulsed, the mass / Rushed again, obstinate, down to the plain, / Again, stretched prone, severe he toiled, the sweat / Bathed all his weary limbs, and his head reeked.
