One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object. (Troilus and Cressida)
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Nature makes the locust with an appetite for crops; man would have made him with an appetite for sand.
In nature there is no blemish but the mind: none can be called deformed but the unkind. (Twelfth Night)
Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creations final lawÃ Tho Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
How blind and unreasoning and arbitrary are some of the laws of nature – most of them in fact!
Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. […]
Thou canst not stir a flower, without troubling of a star.
Men argue, nature acts.
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, To the silent wilderness.