Yet Nature is made better by no mean
But Nature makes that mean: so, over that Art
Which you say adds to Nature, is an Art
That Nature makes.
You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an Art
Which does mend Nature, change it rather, but
The ART itself is NATURE.
—Winter’s Tale [Act IV, Scene 4]
SONG OF SPRING, Love’s Labour’s Lost [Act V, sc. 2]