If this fail,

The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,

And earth's base built on stubble.

Comus. Line 597.

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,

But in another country, as he said,

Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil;

Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain

Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

Comus. Line 631.