"Malgrado la pena dei giorni tristi/ E dell'inumana scarsezza di nobili nature"

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
[...]
Yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
from our dark spirits."

John Keats, Endymion