'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Light is the task where many share the toil.

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.