Every prince brings the identical offering. Two oxen, five rams, five goats, five lambs, no more from the ambitious and no less from the meek. A discipline hides in that sameness, and the modern mind resists it, because we assume the good is proven by standing out. Here no man distinguishes himself by giving grander than his neighbour. The competition to be the most generous is itself a subtle grasping after status, and the fixed measure forbids it.
Only the name differs. Pagiel, son of Ocran, took his turn on his appointed day and gave exactly what the man before him gave. Sometimes the highest form of devotion is to submit to a shared standard and let the offering, not the ego, do the speaking.