Quotes
Quotes about Nature
The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
The great secretary of Nature,--Sir Francis Bacon.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
Rich with the spoils of Nature.
Nature is the art of God.
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.
Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,
Strive here for mast'ry.
Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
The next, in majesty; in both the last.
The force of Nature could no further go;
To make a third, she join'd the former two.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
There's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw
A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives
She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little heaven.
Hobbes clearly proves that every creature
Lives in a state of war by nature.
