With useless endeavour
Forever, forever,
Is Sisyphus rolling
His stone up the mountain!
The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides.
All things come round to him who will but wait.[617:1]
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm