'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:

Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive

If you will lead these graces to the grave

And leave the world no copy.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

In them Nature's copy's not eterne.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.

John Ferriar (1764-1815): Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6.