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— You see — we marry 

 A gentler scion to the wildest stock, 

 And make conceive a bark of baser kind 

 By bud of nobler birth : This is an art 

 Which does mend nature — change it rather, but 

 The art itself is nature." 



Winters Tale, Act IV. 



True Bramin, in the morning meadows wet, 

 Expound the Vedas of the violet, 

 Or, hid in vines, peeping through many a loop, 

 See the plum redden, and the beurre stoop. 



Emerson — The Gardener. 



