Nature Quotes

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“The weary sun hath made a golden setAnd by the bright tract of his fiery carGives token of a goodly day to-morrow.”

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

“Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.”

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

“On a day - alack the day! -Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air”

“When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.”

“When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.”

“Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.”

“These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.”

“Well-apparel'd April on the heelOf limping Winter treads.”

“The deep of night is crept upon our talk,And Nature must obey necessity.”

“Short summers lightly have a forward spring.”

“Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I”

“The leopard does not change his spots.”

“How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!”

“How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!”

“He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.”

“Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.”

“The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.”

“In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.”

“Sir, the year growing ancient,Not yet on summer's death nor on the birthOf trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' seasonAre our carnations and streaked gillyvors,Which some call nature's bastards.”

“Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,Pale in her anger washes all the air,That rheumatic diseases do abound;And through this distemperature we seeThe seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.”

“On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.”

“Yon grey linesThat fret the clouds are messengers of day.”