|If theres a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries aloud|
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.
AddisonCato. Act V. Sc. 1.
|No one finds fault with defects which are the result of nature.|
AristotleEthics. III. 5.
|Natures great law, and law of all mens minds?|
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live by thy light, and earth will live by hers!
Matthew ArnoldReligious Isolation. St. 4.
|Nature means Necessity.|
|The course of Nature seems a course of Death,|
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
BaileyFestus. Sc. Water and Wood.
|At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,|
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And nought but the nightingales song in the grove.
|Nature too unkind;|
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Beaumont and FletcherPhilaster. Act III. Sc. 1.
|Rich with the spoils of nature.|
Sir Thomas BrowneReligio Medici. Pt. XIII.
| There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.|
Sir Thomas BrowneReligio Medici. Pt. XV.
| Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature, they being both servants of his providence: art is the perfection of nature; were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos; nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God.|
Sir Thomas BrowneReligio Medici. Pt. XVI.
|I trust in Nature for the stable laws|
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in Godthe right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures;
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward, Natures good
Robert BrowningA Souls Tragedy. Act I.
|Go forth under the open sky, and list|
To Natures teachings.
|To him who in the love of Nature holds|
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
| See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. 2. Memb. 4. Subsec. 7.
|I am a part of all you see|
In Nature: part of all you feel:
I am the impact of the bee
Upon the blossom; in the tree
I am the sapthat shall reveal
The leaf, the bloomthat flows and flutes
Up from the darkness through its roots.
|Nature vicarye of the Almighty Lord.|
ChaucerParlement of Foules. L. 379.
|Not without art, but yet to Nature true.|
ChurchillThe Rosciad. L. 699.
|Ab interitu naturam abhorrere.|
Nature abhors annihilation.
CiceroDe Finibus. V. 11. 3.
| Meliora sunt ea quæ natura quam illa quæ arte perfecta sunt.|
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
CiceroDe Natura Deorum. II. 34.
| All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.|
George Colman the YoungerPoor Gentleman. Act V. 1.
|Nature, exerting an unwearied power,|
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
CowperTable Talk. L. 690.
|Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,|
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
CowperThe Task. Bk. I. The Sofa. L. 187.
| What is bred in the bone will not come out of the flesh.|
Quoted by DeFoeFurther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe.
|Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.|
Drive the natural away, it returns at a gallop.
DestouchesGlorieux. IV. 3. Idea in La FontaineFables. Bk. II. 18. Chassez les prejugés par la porte, ils rentreront par la fenêtre. As used by Frederick the Great. Letter to Voltaire. March 19, 1771.
|Whateer he did, was done with so much ease,|
In him alone t was natural to please.
DrydenAbsalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 27.
|By viewing nature, natures handmaid, art,|
Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow;
Thus fishes first to shipping did impart,
Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow.
DrydenAnnus Mirabilis. St. 155.
|For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.|
DrydenFables. The Cock and the Fox. L. 452.
|Out of the book of Natures learned breast.|
Du BartasDivine Weekes and Workes. Second Week. Fourth Day. Bk. II. L. 566.
|Ever charming, ever new,|
When will the landscape tire the view?
John DyerGrongar Hill. L. 102.
| Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.|
EmersonEssays. First Series. History.
|By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave|
One scent to hyson and to wall-flower,
One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls,
One aspect to the desert and the lake.
It was her stern necessity: all things
Are of one pattern made; bird, beast, and flower,
Song, picture, form, space, thought, and character
Deceive us, seeming to be many things,
And are but one.
|Nature seems to wear one universal grin.|
Henry FieldingTom Thumb the Great. Act I. Sc. 1.
|As distant prospects please us, but when near|
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
GarthThe Dispensary. Canto III. L. 27.
|To me more dear, congenial to my heart,|
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
GoldsmithDeserted Village. L. 253.
|Een from the tomb the voice of nature cries,|
Een in our ashes live their wonted fires.
GrayElegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 23.
|What Nature has writ with her lusty wit|
Is worded so wisely and kindly
That whoever has dipped in her manuscript
Must up and follow her blindly.
Now the summer prime is her blithest rhyme
In the being and the seeming,
And they that have heard the overword
Know lifes a dream worth dreaming.
|That undefined and mingled hum,|
Voice of the desert never dumb!
HoggVerses to Lady Anne Scott.
|Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurrit.|
You may turn nature out of doors with violence, but she will still return.
HoraceEpistles. I. 10. 24. (Expelles in some versions.)
|Nunquam aliud Natura aliud Sapientia dicit.|
Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another.
JuvenalSatires. XIV. 321.
| No stir of air was there,|
Not so much life as on a summers day
Robs not one light seed from the featherd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
KeatsHyperion. Bk. I. L. 7.
|Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-with-holding and free|
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
Sidney LanierMarshes of Glynn.
|O what a glory doth this world put on|
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
LongfellowAutumn. L. 30.
|And Nature, the old nurse, took|
The child upon her knee,
Saying: Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee.
Come, wander with me, she said,
Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God.
LongfellowFiftieth Birthday of Agassiz.
|The natural alone is permanent.|
LongfellowKavanagh. Ch. XIII.
|So Nature deals with us, and takes away|
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go,
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
LongfellowNature. L. 9.
| No tears|
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
LongfellowSunrise on the Hills. L. 35.
|Nature with folded hands seemed there,|
Kneeling at her evening prayer!
LongfellowVoices of the Night. Prelude. St. 11.
|Im what I seem; not any dyer gave,|
But nature dyed this colour that I have.
MartialEpigrams. Bk. XIV. Ep. 133. Trans. by Wright.
|O maternal earth which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!|
E. L. MastersSpoon River Anthology. Washington McNeely.
|But on and up, where Natures heart|
Beats strong amid the hills.
Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton)Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. 2.
MiltonAt a Vacation Exercise in the College. 1. 48.
|Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth|
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please and sate the curious taste?
MiltonComus. L. 710.
|And live like Natures bastards, not her sons.|
MiltonComus. L. 727.
| Into this wild abyss,|
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 910.
| 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 summers 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 Natures works to me expunged and rased,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. III. L. 40.
|And liquid lapse of murmuring streams.|
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 263.
|Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;|
Do thou but thine!
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 561.
| Let us a little permit Nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.|
|And not from Nature up to Natures God,|
But down from Natures God look Nature through.
Robert MontgomeryLuther. A Landscape of Domestic Life.
|There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet|
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
MooreThe Meeting of the Waters.
|And we, with Natures heart in tune,|
Wm. MotherwellJeannie Morrison.
|Eye Natures walks, shoot folly as it flies,|
And catch the manners living as they rise.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 13.
|Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;|
My footstool Earth, my canopy the skies.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 139.
|All are but parts of one stupendous whole,|
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
That changd thro all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth as in th ethereal frame;
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives thro all life, extends thro all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 267.
|See plastic Nature working to this end,|
The single atoms each to other tend,
Attract, attracted to, the next in place
Formd and impelld its neighbor to embrace.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. III. L. 9.
|Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,|
But looks through Nature up to Natures God.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 331. (Verbatim from BolingbrokeLetters to Pope, according to Warton.)
|Ut natura dedit, sic omnis recta figura.|
Every form as nature made it is correct.
PropertiusElegiæ. II. 18. 25.
|Naturæ sequitur semina quisque suæ.|
Every one follows the inclinations of his own nature.
PropertiusElegiæ. III. 9. 20.
|Natura abhorret vacuum.|
Nature abhors a vacuum.
RabelaisGargantua. Ch. V.
|Der Schein soll nie die Wirklichkeit erreichen|
Und siegt Natur, so muss die Kunst entweichen.
The ideal should never touch the real;
When nature conquers, Art must then give way.
Schiller. To Goethe when he put Voltaires Mahomet on the Stage. St. 6.
|Some touch of Natures genial glow.|
ScottLord of the Isles. Canto III. St. 14.
|Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,|
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer queen.
ScottRokeby. Canto III. St. 16.
|In Natures infinite book of secrecy|
A little I can read.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 9.
|How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!|
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 79.
| To hold, as twere, the mirror up to Nature; to shew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.|
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 24.
|Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth|
In strange eruptions.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 27.
| And Nature does require|
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 147.
|One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.|
Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 175.
|How sometimes Nature will betray its folly,|
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms!
Winters Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 151.
| 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.
Winters Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 89.
|My banks they are furnishd with bees,|
Whose murmur invites one to sleep;
My grottoes are shaded with trees,
And my hills are white over with sheep.
ShenstoneA Pastoral Ballad. Pt. II. Hope.
| Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.|
R. B. SheridanThe Critic. Act II. Sc. 1.
|Yet neither spinnes, nor cards, ne cares nor fretts,|
But to her mother Nature all her care she letts.
SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. II. Canto VI.
|For all that Nature by her mother-wit|
Could frame in earth.
SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. IV. Canto X. St. 21.
|What more felicitie can fall to creature|
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
SpenserThe Fate of the Butterfly. L. 209.
|Once, when the days were ages,|
And the old Earth was young,
The high gods and the sages
From Natures golden pages
Her open secrets wrung.
R. H. StoddardBrahmas Answer.
|A voice of greeting from the wind was sent;|
The mists enfolded me with soft white arms;
The birds did sing to lap me in content,
The rivers wove their charms,
And every little daisy in the grass
Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!
R. H. StoddardHymn to the Beautiful. St. 4.
| In the worlds audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.|
Rabindranath TagoreGardener. 74.
|Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.|
TennysonLovers Tale. L. 348.
|Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,|
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
TennysonPrincess. Canto VII. L. 205.
|I care not, Fortune, what you me deny;|
You cannot rob me of free Natures grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve.
ThomsonCastle of Indolence. Canto II. St. 3.
|O nature! * * *|
Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works;
Snatch me to Heaven.
ThomsonSeasons. Autumn. L. 1,352.
|Rocks rich in gems, and Mountains big with mines,|
That on the high Equator, ridgy, rise,
Whence many a bursting Stream auriferous plays.
ThomsonSeasons. Summer. L. 646.
|Nature is always wise in every part.|
Lord ThurlowSelect Poems. The Harvest Moon.
|Talk not of temples, there is one|
Built without hands, to mankind given;
Its lamps are the meridian sun
And all the stars of heaven,
Its walls are the cerulean sky,
Its floor the earth so green and fair,
The dome its vast immensity
All Nature worships there!
David VedderTemple of Nature.
| La Nature a toujours été en cux plus forte que leducation.|
Nature has always had more force than education.
VoltaireLife of Molière.
|And recognizes ever and anon|
The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
WordsworthThe Excursion. Bk. IV.
|Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,|
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed; render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
WordsworthThe Excursion. Bk. VI.
|The streams with softest sound are flowing,|
The grass you almost hear it growing,
You hear it now, if eer you can.
WordsworthThe Idiot Boy. St. 57.
| Nature never did betray|
The heart that loved her.
WordsworthLines Composed Above Tintern Abbey.
|As in the eye of Nature he has lived,|
So in the eye of Nature let him die!
WordsworthThe Old Cumberland Beggar. Last Lines.
|The stars of midnight shall be dear|
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
WordsworthThree Years She Grew in Sun and Shower.
|Natures old felicities.|
| To the solid ground|
Of Nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
WordsworthA Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
| Such blessings Nature pours,|
Oerstockd mankind enjoy but half her stores.
In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen,
She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet green;
Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace
And waste their music on the savage race.
YoungLove of Fame. Satire V. L. 232.
|Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being,|
Was eer created solely for itself.
YoungNight Thoughts. Night IX. L. 711.
|The course of nature governs all!|
The course of nature is the heart of God.
The miracles thou callst for, this attest;
For say, could nature natures course control?
But, miracles apart, who sees Him not?
YoungNight Thoughts. Night IX. L. 1,280.