whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command

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Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Well, Shelley said it first, but I reckon the whole thing fits!

All we needed was more money, and the Government gave some, and then took it all away again.