William Shakespeare Quotes About Nature
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I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And Nature must obey necessity.
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I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature.
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My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
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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 senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.
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Plutus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science Than I have in this ring.
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To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
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And nature must obey necessity.
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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!
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Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
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In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.
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April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
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Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.
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How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!
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