There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
POLIXENES Say there be; 105
Yet nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean: so, over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock, 110
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
Polixenes in A Winter’s Tale, Act IV