“The earth, that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb; what is her burying grave, that is her womb: and from her womb children of divers kind we sucking on her natural bosom find; many for many virtues excellent, none but for some, and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: for naught so vile that on the earth doth live but to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use, revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; and vice sometimes by action dignified.” – William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet 2.3