To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
AeschylusOf all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Aeschylus