“To one who has been long in city pent,

‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of heaven – to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.”

(John Keats)

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In herbs, plants, 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)