The Earth that's Nature's mother is her tomb,
What is her burying grave, that is her womb,
Andfrom 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 plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities,
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give.
--William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Sc.2