Where the sharp thistle springs implant the corn, And graft the rose upon the springing thorn. Anonymous.To Fielding, on the revival of the Intriguing Chambermaid.
You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentle 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 naturechange it rather: but The art itself is nature. Shakespeare.Winters Tale, Act IV. Scene 3. (Polixenes to Perdita.)