FRIAR LAWRENCE: The gray-eyed morning smiles on the frowning night, and darkness stumbles out of the sun's path like a drunkard.
Now, before the sun comes up and burns away the dew…
...I have to fill this basket of mine with poisonous weeds and medicinal flowers.
The earth is nature's mother and also her tomb. Plants are born from the earth and are buried in the earth when they die.
From the earth's womb, many different sorts of plants and animals come forth.
Everything nature creates has some special property, and each one is different. Herbs, plants, and stones possess great power.
There is nothing on earth so evil that it has no good properties, and nothing is so good that it cannot be abused.
Virtue turns to vice if it's misused. Vice can become virtue through the right actions.