William Shakespeare Nature Quotations

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

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

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

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.

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

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

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.

How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

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?

And nature must obey necessity.

In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

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

The nature of bad news infects the teller

The mightiest space in fortune nature bringsTo join like likes and kiss like native things.

His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!

In nature there is no blemish but the mind: none can be called deformed but the unkind

How quickly nature falls into revoltWhen gold becomes her object!