O Attic Shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, / With forest branches and the trodden weed; / Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought / As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral! / When old age shall this generation waste, / Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe / Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, / "Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all / Ye know kn earth, and all ye need to know.
-Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn