To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
AeschylusTo mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
AeschylusThe moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
Aeschylus