Quotes About Nature

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

All forms that perish other forms supply, (By turns we catch the vital breath and die) Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.

Consult the genius of the place in all; That tells the waters or to rise, or fall; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the vale; Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades, Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending lines; Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found. False Eloquence, like the Prismatic Glass, Its gawdy Colours spreads on ev'ry place; The Face of Nature was no more Survey, All glares alike, without Distinction gay: But true Expression, like th' unchanging Sun, Clears, and improves whate'er it shines upon, It gilds all Objects, but it alters none.

So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky; Th'eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way; Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air, In his own grounds

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ; Survey the WHOLE, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind; .... In wit, as nature, what effects our hearts Is not th'exactness of peculiar parts; 'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch, warmed a bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pampered goose: And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.

Natura È™i legile Naturii z?ceau ascunse în bezn?: Dumnezeu a spus s? fie Newton! È™i s-a f?cut lumin?

So when the faithful pencil has design'd Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!

Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human; to forgive, divine.

But now secure the painted vessel glides,   The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides:   While melting music steals upon the sky,   And soften'd sounds along the waters die; 50   Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,   Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.

All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance direction, which thou canst not see; All discord harmony not understood; All partial evil universal good; And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, 'Whatever is, is right.

True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.

Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,  Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 

Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale

To me what Nature has in charms denied, Is well by Wit's more lasting flames supplied.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right. ARGUMENT

All nature is but art, unknown to thee.

Çdo krijesë që thahet, ushqim bëhet për të tjerë, Jeta dhuron frymën, që vdekja e merr Si shkumë deti prej materies sajuar, Lindin, copëtohen e kthehen në valë, me detin për tu përqafuar.

Some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools