A natureza nunca traiu o coração que amava. - William Wordsworth

Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men.

The pleasure-house is dust: — behind, before,
This is no common waste, no common gloom;
But Nature, in due course of time, once more
Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom.

She leaves these objects to a slow decay,
That what we are, and have been, may be known;
But at the coming of the milder day,
These monuments shall all be overgrown.

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.