Ἀλλ' οὔ πως ἅμα πάντα θεοὶ δόσαν ἀνθρώποισιν. - Homer

With many a weary step, and many a groan,
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone;
The huge round stone, resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.

As I lay dying, the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades.

For a man will not have strength to fight his way forward all day
long until the sun goes down if he is starved for food.