“Friar Laurence:

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought to vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime's by action dignified.”