Quotes About Nature

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forthIn strange eruptions.

Nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will.

Nature's above art in that respect.

Who in the lusty stealth of nature takeMore composition and fierce qualityThan doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops.

See, sons, what things you are!How quickly nature falls into revoltWhen gold becomes her object!

Our basest beggarsAre in the poorest thing superfluous:Allow not nature more than nature needs,Man's life is cheap as beast's.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Orpheus with his lute made trees,And the mountain-tops that freeze,Bow themselves, when he did sing.

Therefore think him as a serpent's eggWhich, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,And kill him in the shell.

Is this the noble natureWhom passion could not shake? whose solid virtueThe shot of accident nor dart of chanceCould neither graze nor pierce?

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my sense in forgetfulness?

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on 's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come; unbutton here.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

Paddling palms and pinching fingers.

O! for a falconer's voice,To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

Third Fisherman:… Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.First Fisherman: Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition;Two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Beauty, wit,High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service,Love, friendship, charity, are subjects allTo envious and calumniating time.One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.

[W]ell-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads...

O, what may man within him hide,Though angel on the outward side!

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

When daisies pied and violets blue,And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hueDo paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear!