It stirs—it moves!

Will the huge stone break his hold

And crush him as it plunges to the Gulf?

The silent struggle goes on and on,

Like two contending in a dream.

By Boethius

(Roman philosopher, 470-524)

Though the goddess of riches should bestow as much as the sand rolled by the wind-tossed sea, or as many as the stars that shine, the human race will not cease to wail.